The Sleeping Sword Immortal: A Thousand-Year Dream, Waking Up Invincible in the Mortal World

"Snowy plumes shine against azure feathers, like stars in the heavenly dawn. When the Lord of the Heavens kills, not a shadow remains for a thousand miles!"

"Ha ha ha! Wonderful, wonderful!"

The drunken man sang poems wildly, his brush flying across the page. He would write a few characters, gulp down more wine, then burst into manic laughter.

Dressed in white, with a purple-and-gold wine gourd and an Azure Lotus sword at his waist,

he was none other than the peerless Sword Immortal, Li Taibai!

"Xiaobai, I didn't lend you my brush that day so you could wreck it like this. Look at what you've written. Can you even read it yourself?"

The Lord of the Heavens pounded his chest and stamped his feet, snatched the writing brush from Taibai's hand in deep distress, and lovingly stroked its handle.

Seeing how animated the Lord of the Heavens was, the zither maiden smiled and switched to a clear, lilting melody.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.