The Ancient Swordsmanship, the One Who Holds the Sword

When I hold the sword, all the laws in the sky are just ordinary iron. My name is Zou Chen, I have no memory and no cultivation. When I woke up among the dead in the Lich battlefield, I only held a rusty broken sword in my hand. It wasn't until the bone knife of the Witch Clan hunting team fell to the ground three feet in front of me that they discovered in horror that it wasn't my sword that scared them. But the word "sword" I said. What they are afraid of is the word itself. Later I realized that at the moment I held the sword, something opened its eyes outside the ninth level of the prehistoric world. Guide to eating this book: This is not a traditional novel for beginners, but a "cognitive flow" novel that requires you to use your brain and slow down to read it. Here, the power does not come from spiritual energy, but from forgotten "concepts". The protagonist does not become stronger, he "wakes up". When you read it, you will find that the word "sword" is enough to make the gods and Buddhas in the sky tremble.