[A Sword of Coming fanfic, just writing for fun and to practice my prose]
The world turns from spring to autumn, so lush and abundant.
The people of the world are but guests through spring and autumn. In Dragon Pavilion, their spirit endures. Beneath clear skies and bright moonlight, sword qi endures.
Between heaven and earth, sword qi stretches for three thousand miles. Martial artists' fists subdue mountains and rivers; Daoists find the truth on their meditation cushions; Buddhas sit upon the earth and listen to the Bodhi. Mountains bear the names of immortals, and waters teem with the spirits of dragons.
I, Yu Qi, stand alone, with only a single sword: to establish myself, to uphold virtue, to set the law. I open the heavens to sharpen its edge and command the gods to complete its way. All the gods, immortals, demons, and ghosts throughout the cosmos are within the reach of my sword.
When is the timeline? And what you wrote earlier is too similar to Chen Pingan. Will you have contact with Chen Pingan later?