Xian Er, the infant crown prince of the Yi Kingdom, was exiled among the people because of his treacherous deeds and ruined the country. He was adopted by the Sword God, and practiced in troubled times and other worlds. He wielded a long sword to slay evil spirits, shed his blood to reward his brothers, quelled civil strife, fought against stubborn enemies, and defeated powerful bandits. Finally, he counterattacked and reached the pinnacle of power. However, standing on the Qingyun Pavilion, which represents the supremacy of imperial power and swordsmanship, this generation of heroes felt unprecedented loneliness and fear.
In the process of reaching the peak of power, not only thousands of swordsmen and soldiers, ghosts and sorcerers died at his own hands. The blood soaked in the yellow sand cannot be washed away by the thousand-year waterfall of Liusu Mountain; in every corner of the majestic imperial city, there are lonely ghosts crying for their lives.
What made him even more heartbroken was that the long sword could kill thousands of people, but it could not cut off even a strand of love. Looking up at the vast galaxy, how should he make a choice...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
