Dust Bone Sword

Thousands of years ago, the way of heaven was overthrown, and the order of black and white was reversed. Thirty-three holy swords shattered into pieces in Jiuzhou, the sword bones sank in the veins of the earth, and the sword soul was scattered in the strong wind of heaven and earth. The victors sit upright for nine days, rewriting the laws of the world and erasing all traces of the rebels. From then on, there was no holy sword in the world, no reverse path, and no one who dared to compare with the gods with a mortal body. Northern Wasteland is the last remnant of this catastrophe. There is no spring, summer, autumn and winter here, only the never-ending gray-black wind, rolling up gravel, blood foam and dead bones, washing the dry and cracked earth day after day. Ling Jue, a young criminal slave whose whole family was overthrown, whose roots were destroyed, and who was exiled to the Northern Wilderness. He picked up a rusty broken sword at the bottom of the Qianzhang Mine Prison, and also found out the truth about how it was buried by heaven thousands of years ago. In the mine prison, human life is like grass. The whippings of the supervisory monks, the prying eyes of dark creatures, and the judgment of pseudo-heavenly forces gradually forced him into a desperate situation. But he didn't want to bow his head. He wanted to walk out alive from this Sword Burial Prison. To make the sword bones buried in the ground ring again. Let those erased names return to the world again. So, the young man took the broken sword and rose from the northern wasteland. One sword breaks through the mine prison, one sword enters Zhongzhou, and one sword asks the nine heavens. He does not believe in destiny. He only believes that anyone with flesh and blood can hold a sword. Anyone who is unwilling to do so can go against fate.