Eternal Holy Emperor

All the saints have been buried by the wind and sand, and the ancient swords are rotting in the residual wind. In ancient times, there were great lords from all races with different blood, who destroyed the void and recreated the world. There were ancient Qi refiners who traveled far across the stars and rivers to teach and transform all living beings. A grain of dust can fill up the sea, a blade of grass can cut off the sun, moon and stars, and the world can be turned upside down in a snap. Heroes rise together, thousands of tribes stand in clusters, saints compete for hegemony, and the heaven and earth are in chaos. Ask the boundless earth, who controls the ups and downs? ! A young man fell into the wilderness, and everything started from here... … The sky is singing loudly, and the great swallows are flying south. This is an era of declining swordsmanship. Looking at the white bones behind him, Jian Qingsheng said: Don't pray to gods, don't worship Buddha, don't worship immortals, don't kneel to demons, just trust in the sword in your hand. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.