A hundred years ago, I was the only swordsman in Kyushu, and I could break through thousands of miles of evil energy with one sword. After being seriously injured, she was picked up by her master and became a useless senior sister. The whole day is leisurely and happy. Master felt that I had a withdrawn personality, so he picked up another junior disciple for me. Junior brother, a young genius, achieved a breakthrough when he was seven years old, attracting the vision of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix. The master worked hard for him and used his own spiritual power to nourish his golden elixir. In the end, I never thought that I would raise a white-eyed wolf and be killed in one day. But he poisoned the master's body. I died with hatred before I could avenge my master. Only then did I know that the junior brother I had raised for nearly twenty years was the son of my enemy. He was afraid that I would come back to life, so he chopped my body into pieces and threw it into the devil's abyss, setting up layers of seals. But he never expected it. I've borrowed a corpse to bring back the soul.
