Within a Hollow Heart - Chapter 8: Volume 1, : "Echoes of Forgotten Threads"

Kaelen Dragonyx, a boy who lost both his parents and his mentor in the most ruthless way possible, decided in his heart to become the strongest swordsman in the world to protect the last remaining family he had, which is the only child of his mentor and his childhood friend.But along the line, he discovered that he is the most talentless boy of the generation which made his road towards being the strongest swordsman to be much further away and daunting than he could imagine. Be he didn't give up until he stumbled upon a sword that drastically changed his fate.

Jian Chen, the publicly recognized number one expert of the Jianghu. His skill with the sword went beyond perfection and was undefeatable in battle, After a battle with the exceptional expert Dugu Qiubai who had gone missing over a hundred years ago, Jian Chen succumbed to his injuries and died.

After death, Jian Chen’s spirit was transmigrated into a completely foreign world. Following an extremely fast growth, his enemies piled up one after another before becoming gravely injured once more.

On the gates of death, his spirit had mutated, and from that moment henceforth, he would tread on a completely different path of the art of the sword to become the sword god of his generation.

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.