Sacrifice of the Common People

The family was destroyed overnight, and my grandfather only left me a pure spirit bead and a broken sword. I thought this was a chance, but it wasn't until a rainy night in the black pine forest that I understood—— That's not a talisman, it's a weapon that draws thunder; it's not a killing weapon, it's a memorial that's carved into one's bones. The Heavenly Ghost Sect chased me, the Lord of Blood broke my beads, and the Bibo Yuan broke my sword. Everyone advised me to seek revenge and seek hegemony, but when I walked step by step to the North Ming Jedi Land and looked at the ancient well without waves, I finally understood my grandfather's dying whisper: "A Heng, there is no pure world in this world, there is only sacrifice for the common people." So, I swallowed the filth, burned up my luck, and refined this broken body into the last Taoist weapon in this world. When the sea of ​​blood flooded Zhongzhou, I didn't draw my sword, I just walked into the altar.