Venerable Lord of the Spirit Sky Sword

“The tassel on my sword drifts across the sky. I stand alone, unsure whether to stay or go, waiting for the broken blades to settle their debts.

Snow of a thousand autumns, moon of ten thousand ages, my soul fades atop the highest peak. A fleeting speck in this mortal life, I fill the world with this battle.

When the great dream ends and enlightenment dawns, a hundred years have passed, the world has been turned upside down, and I become an immortal in my drunken haze.”

Lin Yue's lips pour forth lyrics and melodies as countless sword shadows flash around him.

The drifting blossoms of Skycliff, the winds of Thousand Autumn Mountain, the cold moon over Ten Thousand Leagues Plain, the snow of Heaven's Peak.

Wind, flowers, snow, and moon, a thousand years of time.

Before he knows it, this song has even begun to brush against the realm of the Celestial...