"Do you want to have a steamed bun?"

A gentle voice suddenly rang in my ear, as if a warm embrace surrounded me. As a wave of warmth flooded through my body, my consciousness gradually became clear.

My vision slowly focused, and I noticed a red gemstone on my forehead glowing faintly.

At some point, a carriage had silently stopped nearby.

Beside it stood a woman in a white dress, with a graceful figure and long legs, a charming almond-shaped face, a kind smile, and her fair small hand offered a steaming hot steamed bun as that gentle voice came from her cherry-like lips.

In a daze, it seemed as if a light shone behind her.

Is this an angel? Did she save me?

"Mm, mm." I accepted the steamed bun and began to eat ravenously, nodding occasionally with sounds.

"Sister has been watching you from the carriage for a long time, your will to survive is very strong... Would you like to come home with sister?" The woman’s smile became even brighter.

"Hmm?" I continued to gobble down the food.

"Sister’s name is Zhuang Xinyao, come home with sister, there will be more steamed buns to eat and you won’t freeze anymore." The woman in the white dress, Zhuang Xinyao, continued gently.

I knew there is a way beyond despair.

[I followed Zhuang Xinyao home, soon I will never freeze again...]

[I was washed clean by a group of servants, looked at the mirror with satisfaction at the decent face, though not handsome, a fair-faced young man.]

[Zhuang Xinyao took me to a raging furnace, pointed at it, speaking in a very gentle voice:

"The enemy has invaded, sister needs a Divine Sword to guard the land, will you help sister?"

"I will!"

Born in peacetime, having just transmigrated and encountered Zhuang Xinyao, I believed the world was full of truth, goodness, and beauty, speaking out resolutely.

"It’s everyone’s duty to save the world."

"Wonderful." Gently holding my hand, Zhuang Xinyao’s hand was white and soft, her fragrance induced ripples of emotion.

However, the following caught me off guard—she gently pushed me towards the furnace.

What?

Boom!

Aghast, my body was instantly engulfed by raging flames, endless pain swept over, frenzied screams, in the ashes of consciousness, only despair remained.

In front of the furnace, Zhuang Xinyao lightly covered her face, her eyes shimmered with tears yet were filled with anticipation.

Seven days later, the furnace extinguished, leaving only a sword resembling charcoal.

Zhuang Xinyao excitedly picked it up for testing.

But it was a defective product, barely approaching the lower-grade mortal artifact level, not even a Divine Sword, unable to connect with the "True Realm".

"Sacrificing human soul to forge a sword, such evil techniques indeed don’t work... Wasted an Essence."

Greatly disappointed, Zhuang Xinyao departed "Beixuan County", casually discarding it from the carriage.

Seven days later, a lame chef passing by accidentally picked up a black stick, I became a fire stick in the kitchen.]

"This, this plot... doesn’t quite make sense, does it?"

Ning Xunqiu gasped upon seeing "his" conclusion.

He saw Zhuang Xinyao appreciating his tenacious will to survive and saving him at death’s door, expecting a great change in life.

The book mentioned the magical red gemstone or perhaps the Divine Sword.

In three lives, never had such a wonderful start, opening to touch the "Dark Star Realm" with its extraordinary power.

According to the script.

Shouldn’t it be, beginning cultivation, striving together to save the nation, the woman admiring his will, fighting monsters and leveling up, eventually overcoming thousand obstacles, repelling the invasion?

Ning Xunqiu gains a "Golden Life", receiving rewards, while Zhuang Xinyao guards the homeland, fulfilling her wish.

Truly a win-win.

Never imagined... encountering a wolf at the beginning.

Ding dong. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

[Congratulations, your life full of ups and downs has been rated as a white life "Birth of a Demon Sword": Oh, poor and naive transmigrator, don’t you know the prettier the woman, the more likely she will lie?

Those who long for rescue will perish in hope.

If possible, you’d rather die in that snowy land than witness that moment of light.

You sacrificed body, blood, skin, eye, bone, will, everything to the Divine Sword.

At the moment you were pushed into the furnace, you felt the abyss of human nature, your heart’s intense resentment transformed the "Divine Sword" into a "Demon Sword".

Amid despair, you reach for hope, you are the despair nurtured in hope.

All "Sword Holders" will gradually be infected by your "Desperate Will", becoming killing machines.

You acquired a special ability, you don’t possess "Divine Sword"’s strength but birthed an ability to swallow "Sword Holder"’s souls, granting the "Demon Sword" infinite evolution ability.

Acquired reward—Lower-grade Mortal Artifact·Magic Sword (can claim)]

"An infinitely evolving demon sword? Swallowing? I’ve become a sword? Am I still alive?"

Ning Xunqiu hesitated for a moment, "Claim."

Swish!

On the ground, a three-foot-long black sword stood quietly, its blade resembling deep ink, seemingly absorbing surrounding light.

Its edge slightly dull, rendering an ordinary appearance, as if just a common fire stick.

Ning Xunqiu stepped forward, grasped the demon sword.

At that moment, countless consciousness surged towards him like a tide.

Pain!

Pain!

Too painful!

Ning Xunqiu fell to one knee, sweat poured like rain, his body trembled in intense pain.

That was "Dark Star Realm"’s self, at that moment bearing the soulful agony, origin of severe pain. In the flames, he endlessly roared, cursed fate’s injustice.

Along with those feelings—

"Ruins... Dead silence... Ashes... Despair..."

Sword Demon Heart Eye·Indestructible Will absorbed ample nourishment in such atmosphere, silently spreading.

Ning Xunqiu raised his head, his eyes devoid of pupils, only an eerie gray-white shade,

"I and the other me are originally dual-souled, not... not because of this..."

"But this pain is so intense, I can hardly control the killing intent within my heart..."

He soared into the sky, dryly seated atop Cyan Cloud Peak.

Three days later.

The despair in Ning Xunqiu’s heart gradually dissipated, he opened his eyes, gently thrust the "Demon Sword" into the mountain peak, sensing his Dao Practice growth beyond ordinary.

He rose directly from one year’s Dao Practice to ten years.

"After merging with myself, the Primordial Spirit Dao Practice actually grew so much..."

The limit of magical power for a Qi Cultivator is the "Primordial Spirit" Dao Practice within Spiritual Acupoint Heaven and Earth.

The Dao Practice for a Qi Cultivator is fundamental, if you comprehend heaven and earth, Dao Practice can grow ten thousand years overnight only needing abundant Spiritual Qi and Spirit Medicine. Magical power can quickly equal Dao Practice.

But Dao Practice requires enlightenment of "Dao Rhyme", not by meditating for a year, increasing one year of Dao Practice. Encountering bottleneck, decade may increase one year.

"Is this refining the heart in red dust?"

Ning Xunqiu took out Celestial Derivation Volume, pondered, flipped to the opening text of "Dark Star Realm".

Begun rewriting.

[I am Ning Xunqiu, I have an astonishing secret, I am a transmigrator, during the transmigration, my Divine Spirit accidentally duplicated, sharing "Sword Demon" will.]

[Another me traversed an unknown world...]

[Its name—Dark Star Realm.]

[Northern wind like knives, heavy snow falls. I slowly opened my eyes, due to transmigration, the body surged with a wondrous warmth, body restored as usual.]

[Do you wish to permanently use two Fortune points to rewrite this segment of life?]

"Rewrite."

Ning Xunqiu confirmed.

Shortly.

A prompt echoed in his ear.

[This is "Dark Star Realm"’s established reality, unable to rewrite.]

"Hmm?"

Ning Xunqiu’s brow furrowed with confusion.

He continued testing sequentially on Celestial Derivation Volume, continuously hearing "established reality" prompts.

However, when Zhuang Xinyao pushed him into the furnace, after seven days of forging, the demon sword finally formed, the "established reality" prompt ceased abruptly.

"Is Zhuang Xinyao also a protagonist like Zhou Qingshan, or has Great Fortune as a key figure?

Therefore, in Dark Star Realm, am I destined to be merely a sword?!"

Ehh?

Is it so hard wanting to be a person?

...