The Sword Sect's Junior Uncle

A sword must not be allowed to gather dust. Above the Celestial Steps, he holds a three-foot blade of gleaming steel, his back to all living beings... A blade must not rust. A swordsman of the mortal world, a white edge paired with warmth: surely he is devoted to this path... One must not divine everything, yet love must be given with all one's heart. Even a lifetime's learning cannot buy another person's remaining years... Are scholars truly useless? They are full of righteous passion, with iron wills and unyielding spirit. Better to die with honor than live in disgrace! A furious spear strikes across ten thousand seas. How could anything hide its brilliance? Thunder roars as the wind whirls. Can the firmament itself change color? Command water and fire, seek ethereal traces of immortals, search for spirits that are hard to find! The Hundred Schools contend, Taoists and Buddhists stand together, the Heavenly Phoenix cries out. The ancient Azure Realm is vast and boundless: who will rule its fate? A blood letter that appeared in a dream drew Li Mobai into a vast and wondrous world. A thousand years have passed since the three thousand sword cultivators of the Sword Sect held Tianyun Pass to the death. Now the sect has long since fallen into decline. As its junior uncle, he decides he must do something... A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. When he finally reaches the summit, he will look out once more over the fourteen provinces and the boundless wilderness, its mountains and rivers in all their beauty!