He thought he had just traveled to a small town in the end of the Dharma era, until the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the master's sword hanging three inches above his head, the tip of the sword dripping with blood, and the master's eyes showed naked murderous intent.
A person who is burdened with a certain death situation, a person who is pushed to the chopping block as a sacrifice by his relatives, a remnant soul whose own memory is being erased. The only thing he can do is to hold on to the broken rusty knife and cut off the chains of this prison before the cold light falls.
But when he broke out of the siege and stood on this land where spiritual energy was exhausted and thousands of cultivators were struggling to survive, he was shocked to realize that the lingering thoughts in his mind were the "relics" left by a certain demon lord in ancient times before his death. The lost body recognizes the master, and also devours the master. It gave him the gift of devouring other people's spiritual power for his own use, but it also eroded his sanity every moment.
What sent chills down his spine even more was that the legendary Sword Emperor who had suppressed the Demon Lord for thousands of years was currently in retreat at the top of Taiyuemen Mountain, holding a jade slip engraved with his face in his previous life.
He must become strong, strong enough to find his tampered destiny in this cage of collapsed heaven, strong enough to let those on top feel the feeling of having a knife hanging above them. But what awaits him at the end of that road, is it the pleasure of killing his enemy with his own hands, or is it another calculated reincarnation?
