Ninth Generation Reversal Blade

Gui Wuqi guarded the tomb in Qingmu for sixteen years He could hear the last sounds of the dead. It wasn't that he wanted to hear it, it was the reverberations that got into his head. Before Lao Zhao died, he was thinking about the unfinished knife, and before he died, the salesman was thinking about his unseen daughter. He closed their eyelids and absorbed their reverberation into the depths of his consciousness. After sixteen years of harvesting, the harvest is full. Until that day, he saw a hand in the remnants of a corpse. Six fingers stretched out from the depths of the ancient tomb. That hand was waiting for him. He walked into the tomb. The mural depicts every day of his sixteen years. Eight unnamed tombstones bear traces of the losers of the previous eight lives. In the crystal coffin, a girl opened her eyes and called him "brother." She said, I have been waiting for you for ten thousand years, waiting for you to give me your eyes. Gui Wuqi touched his left eye. Deep in that eye, there is a nine-color source pattern that has never really lit up in sixteen years. Those are not his eyes. He poached it from between her eyebrows in his first life. Yin Qianji turned the jade ring and smiled at him from thousands of miles away. Hua Weimian opens a paper umbrella painted with hundreds of flowers. Every withered flower on the umbrella is a killed self. Li Hanshan inserted the hunting knife into his waist, and the scar on the back of his neck was burning. Nine reincarnations, eight failed. Guiwuqi is the ninth life. He walked the path that had not been taken in the previous eight lives. The fate that had not been reversed in the previous eight lives was reversed by him. But he didn't know that the brother he trusted the most had three personalities sleeping in his body. One of them was the remnant of divinity that he chopped off with his own hands in his first life. There is only one mission: to pull him back when he goes off track