The Dead Bones at the Bottom of the Sword-Washing Pool in the Sword Burial Abyss

Li Changan is the only living person here, and he is also a "waste" in the eyes of the world. He was born with a leaky body and could not practice cultivation. He could only insert the broken sword into the bottom of the sword washing pool day after day to suppress the evil spirit in the well. He thought he was just an abandoned Sword Burier, until that day, under the mud at the bottom of the pond, a face exactly like his appeared. The face's eyes were pierced by iron nails, but the corners of his mouth were grinning strangely. The voice penetrated directly into his mind: "Three thousand years ago, in order to survive, you sold me to Burial Sword Abyss. Now, I'm here to collect the debt." Overnight, the truth collapsed. Li Changan discovered that what he was carrying was not a mortal body, but a "Sword Slave Seal" that had been sealed for thousands of years. He is neither a human nor a sword, but a "weapon spirit" whose memory was erased in the shocking betrayal three thousand years ago. His existence is a scam. The Sword Washing Pond is not a cemetery, but a slaughterhouse where the sect's senior leaders raise sword spirits; the suppressed evil spirits are the resentment of countless devoured similar people. And he is both the jailer and the prisoner. When the seal is loosened and old debts come back, Li Changan must face a cruel choice: should he continue to be a scabbard without a will and be driven by others? Or should he tear this body apart, use resentment as a blade, and fight his way out of the corpses of Ten Thousand Swords? The wind that buried Jian Yuan has been blowing for three thousand years. This time, it will blow towards the sect's main hall and towards those high-ranking sword holders. "You say I'm a loser?" "Then I will use this useless body to bury your swords and your ways."