A Hundred Years of Forging Swords, One Day Stepping into the Holy Land

It takes a hundred years to forge a sword that can break through the ninth level. As soon as I set foot on the holy land, the sword rises in the wind and rain. Thousands of corpses are lying around, showing the power of my sword. Immortals and demons kill ghosts for my sword, and Buddhas and monsters soak the edge of my sword in blood. Lin Xuan was reborn in the ancient times, where thousands of races competed, the heavens showed themselves holy, the human race occupied the nine states, the holy land was unparalleled, the weak and the strong preyed on each other, and the fittest survived. With his supreme talent, it only took him twenty years to reach the heavenly realm and achieve great power. However, a dispute turned his entire cultivation into ashes. Sitting alone in the sword hut, using his decayed body to swim against the tide of time, he forged a sword over a hundred years and forged a supreme sword heart. This day The white-haired old man carried his sword and came out of the mountain to return to the Holy Land. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.