In this world, everyone is missing half a bone and half a soul.
A young man’s family vanishes overnight.
With a broken sword in hand and dressed in white,
he goes alone to the sect, vowing to question the heavens.
He finds brothers and wins a beloved’s heart,
before finally standing at the abyss to slay the heavens.
Along the winding path behind the mountain,
the young man trades his horse for a broken sword and leaves it behind.
There is no other reason,
except that he wants to walk slowly, savoring this worldly splendor one last time.
He knows that at the end of the road, there is nothing but cultivation and endless slaughter.
Who among cultivators dares still speak of peaceful years and spring flowers?
The broken sword at his waist is his only fixation and attachment,
because last night, he saw a name,
and now he wants to find the person who bears it.
Longing is rain that searches for a place to belong,
falling and swirling through the sky.
Resolve is a wind that never looks back,
scattering yesterday’s sand across the ground.
Today, this journey has nothing to do with cultivation. It is all about saying goodbye.
New here, Duoduo takes care of you
A bright circle hangs in the heaven Ranran mist grows on the sea Half sunny and half illusory As if singing in a dream