Fallen Immortal Knife

A short knife without any edge was regarded as a plaything in his hands when he was young and was called a butcher's knife. From a small sect to a large sect, bizarre encounters, twists and turns, and where should the road ahead go... There is no sharp edge, love, hate, love and hatred are muddy. The nine arcs show that right and wrong, grievances and grievances are clear. Gathering countless dead souls and draining thousands of hearts. There is self within me, and good and evil arise from the heart.