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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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A young man, Night Dust, was used by his beloved and buried in a secret realm. He got the inheritance of the nine great sword gods of the heavens and stepped into the path of invincible sword cultivation. If heaven gives me splendor, I will be more rampant than heaven. One man, one sword, staining the heavens with blood. The sky weeps blood and all races prostrate. The beauty is charming, ask me when I will have mercy.