A cup of clear wine is worth a fortune; the blossoms and green willows can go away.
Eyes closed, thrusting without pause; drawing the sword, heedless of a tranquil mind.
Drawing the sword is hard! Drawing the sword is hard! I've drawn it a hundred million times, so where am I now?
After a hundred million draws, the moment will come: thrust straight into the Heavenly Dao, and hear of the Heartless.
One invincible sword, the Heavenly Dao shattered; the spirit's lack rises, waxing and waning.
Geniuses emerge in droves. Does the Heavenly Dao have a soul? Where should the beings of this realm turn?
Lack of spirit, lack of spirit, may there be no more lack. The broken savior, where is she?
Ye Yang, a nominal Sword Sect Master, has a sword of his own that can split Heaven and Earth.
Dongfang Qing, an emotionless Sword Dao Empress, has one love that can dry the seas and crumble the rocks.
Only a fool can understand
Come on, I've read thousands of novels, but I didn't understand this one. It was written in a mess.
It's okay, I want to take care of myself for retirement.
Don't understand