Eight hundred years in the mortal world, cultivating to become an immortal.
Why bother breaking through the void to pass the years?
One sword's cold gleam stretches three thousand miles.
Two sleeves of pure wind shake the Nine Provinces.
Even the Immortal Terrace is just another height to climb.
Yet the demonic spirits have not thrown the mortal world into chaos.
In a lifetime of cultivation, who will rule over all?
I may not be a heaven-sent prodigy, but I can cut down every prodigy under heaven.
I may not be from a prestigious clan, but I can create one.
If the heavens and earth have no starlight,
I shall raise my hand and shatter yin and yang.
The writing is sophisticated and the overall story is very readable and beautiful.