A new wielder. Another slaughter. Another annihilation.
A new wielder. Another slaughter. Another annihilation.
The Three Realms gave me a name: the Demon Sword.
Whoever wields me can grow stronger.
Whoever wields me is doomed to die.
After countless hardships, sword masters came and went like flowing water.
I went from a low-grade magical weapon lying in the mud of the Sword Tomb to the pinnacle of the Three Realms.
A devouring System evolved from nothing, devouring every immortal and god as it gained evolution points.
All I want to say is this: swords have no allegiance to gods or demons. The demon is the greed in people's hearts.
