I Rely on Dead Memories to Cultivate Immortality

In the seventeenth year of my cultivation, I was surrounded in the Jueling Mine. The sword was broken, his spiritual power was sealed, and he was covered in blood. I thought, just die. Then I lowered my head and saw the palm of my hand light up. It's not spiritual power, it's not a magic weapon. It's a light seeping out from the cracks in my bones. Standing in the light was a boy as skinny as firewood, who looked like he was munching sweet potatoes in Qingshi Village when he was six years old. The sound of chopping firewood, the coldness of the snowy night, the bleeding knees from the stones - they all came out of my bones one by one and were hacked out along the broken sword. That sword was not struck by me. The hardships I have endured in the past seventeen years were caused by myself. My name is Shiwa. An old man who was about to disappear found me in the wind and snow, taught me how to read, and led me to cultivate immortality. He said that I was born with something called "marks" - in words you can understand: dead memories are my trump card. After six or nine heavenly tribulations, all the magic weapons were broken into pieces. When the second thunder struck, a stick got in front of the thunder and exploded into golden light all over the sky. A figure with a furry face and a thunderous mouth stood in front of me, wearing tattered chainmail. He looked back at me, as if he disliked me for not being able to bear any thunder. That was the wine I drank with the Great Sage and the peaches I ate in Huaguo Mountain a long time ago. This mark has been in my bones for many years, and I didn't wake up until that night. Then I realized that something was disappearing. The village I saved even had its ruins gone the next day. I also began to forget the face of the old man who taught me how to read. It's not the kind of forgetfulness that comes from aging - it's like something is erasing the traces of his existence bit by bit. I not only want to live. I want to keep them. The sword in my hand is called Wanjia Denghuo. I'm the one who ends the night