Ten Thousand Calamities Sword Ruins

At the bottom of the Ten Thousand Abyss, atop a pile of corpses. Jiang Linyuan knelt in a pool of blood, his dantian pierced through by a sword, his talent stripped away. The one who did it was his fiancée. 'You shouldn't have stood in his way,' she said, pulling out the dagger and turning to take another man's arm. That man was the 'Destined Sword Son' of the Taixu Sword Sect, blessed with fortune and adored by thousands. As for Jiang Linyuan, he was nothing but a discarded whetstone. He should have died at the bottom of the abyss. But at the last moment, he touched the Ancient Sword Ruins—'You share the same fate as it, both abandoned by destiny.' 'Your golden core shattered? Each layer of the Sword Ruins requires ten thousand calamities to open.' 'Your talent stolen? Defeat those people, and the Sword Ruins will devour back everything that belongs to you.' 'But remember—becoming the master of the Sword Ruins means you will become the calamity of all 'destined sons' across the heavens.' That night, the boy crawled out from the pile of corpses. Without a sword in hand, but with a ruin in his heart. Zhao Tianque, Wen Wanci—what you owe me, I will reclaim sword by sword.