The drawing of the Mo Xie Sword had alarmed the gods of the three realms, the spirits of the heavens, and the demons underground. Tens of thousands of years ago, Mo Xie had swung his sword to create the world, slaying the demons, and the immortals of the Heavenly Court breathed their immortal breaths, weaving the Heavenly Silkworm Net, using heavenly thunder and earthly fire, refining a hundred stones of the mortal realm into a giant pillar, which pinned the evil dragon beneath the Giant Pillar Mountain, ensuring it could never rise again.
As time flowed by, thousands of years passed, and Mo Xie’s soul, now known as Mo Xiu, awoke. His first act upon waking was to attempt to merge heaven and earth back into one, where there would be no distinction between sky and ground, only a murky world where he alone would reign supreme. “Mo Xie, we are sworn enemies,” Mo Xiu, gathering his inner strength, declared after another hundred years when his powers had mostly recovered. He rallied all the demons and monsters, vowing to destroy everything.
He sent out his minions to destroy the Mo Xie Sword, but after many twists and turns, not only was the sword not destroyed, but it also returned to Mo Xie, who had reincarnated. Purple Moon, ever by his side, was the only one whose blood could unlock the sword’s seal. Without her, the Mo Xie Sword could slay demons and beasts, open the heavens, but it was as good as a useless sword. Seizing Purple Moon, Mo Xie would once again be powerless to stop Mo Xiu from altering the heavens and the earth.
