Credit knife master
Language: en
After I became the foremost Bladesmith in the spiritual world, I barely had a few days to enjoy the adoration. Then, a cataclysm struck. Most cultivators were wiped out, and the world became a desolate wasteland. The Age of Decay arrived. Even the air here turned foul, slowly devouring what little spiritual energy remained in this ravaged world. The surviving practitioners couldn't endure such an environment and faded away, yet I still lived. Because I was a long-lived one. One by one, I bid farewell to my friends. I slung my ancient blade-box onto my back and walked the earth,…