Soul-Suppressing Blade

My second uncle once swore he would never set foot inside the “Forbidden Zone” again. The things in there had haunted the Li family for a hundred years. Because of it, he ended up with a lame leg and a broken blade, and became a senile old blacksmith. The Dragon-Slaying Saber hanging high from the rafters was always there to warn me never to make the same mistake. But then I ran into something sinister and crossed paths with an evil god. So I took up the blade.