A World of Dust, Yet Not a Speck Touches My Robes

"Back then, in the wilderness, I was nothing more than a piece of meat in the eyes of all those beasts."

"It was she who turned me from a rotting piece of flesh into something human, brought me back to the Cloud Sword Sect, gave me the surname Yun, and prayed to the gods for my safety and well-being."

"Whether it's the Red Lotus Society or the various factions of the martial world, anyone who stands in my way will face my Yunying Sword Umbrella. I'll shatter their schemes and rescue Mother and Elder Brother. I, Yun Wuyi, am no ordinary person, and I won't let anyone bully me!"

The sea of fear has no shore, yet one longs to ride the wind; dreams lie far away, while control over the heart turns cold. Destroying desire in pursuit of peaceful days, controlling one's feelings only deepens the tears. She's only fourteen, yet so perceptive. Yuan Wenyi thinks again that she shouldn't have to be this way. She should be carefree and willful.

"I, Ye Yuntian, took my father's surname, Ye, and regarded my master as heaven. Now that my master is gone, at this moment, you, Yier, are my heaven! If anyone harms so much as a hair on her head, I'll take their life!" Despair, like dark clouds looming over a city, is reflected in his eyes. Just as the flame of life seems about to be blown out by a cruel world, Yun Youyi stands against the wind.

Who in the martial world does not know Yun Youyi? His sword is as fast as lightning, and his figure flits like the wind. Because of the Crane-Crying Heart Sutra, he met the fate of being rejected by heaven and earth, left only with the words: "Heaven and earth cannot contain me. I remain proudly wild, with no regrets in my heart."