Chasing Immortals with One Sword

In the thirteenth year of Dingshuo, the world was like a big mud pond. Some people were like mayflies, and some were like fish swimming among the leaves. And some people are like the lonely toad that has been dormant all winter, just waiting to emerge from the water. So during the Grain Rain season of this year, a young man who had been living in Nanwen since the Suifeng Rebellion received a rusty gun, led a thin horse and walked silently through the North City Gate. He wanted to see the thousands of mountains and rivers in the Old Nanxu Continent that the scholars said, and he also wanted to know whether the Xiling River was really deeper than the Guizang Abyss, whether the sky-supporting giants slept on the heights of the far north ice sheet, and why the falling dragon in the dead forest had knelt down and worshiped for thousands of years? Huzhou in Zhongyu, Penglaizhou in the east, Daiyuzhou in the west, and Qiaozhou in the north, this is a new legend in the age of great struggle... "Eat all the three moons in the sky, and be my Penglai native in the next life." "Break the sword and travel south for twenty thousand miles, cut off all the quicksand and return to the west!"