Choose the Master with One Sword

(Prequel to Paradox) Before the world first opened, three thousand avenues allowed the world to move. But one day, the avenue... Died. No one knows how Tao died. They only know that from now on, there will be no Tao in the world. As spring goes and autumn comes, time flies. I don't know how many years, but Tao is still alive. No one knows how Tao came to life. I only know that from now on, there will be a way in the world. It's just that no monk can practice Taoism, said a drunken old man who was the only one to survive the disaster. Tao is both life and death. No one in the world today can practice Taoism. Everyone is just absorbing spiritual energy to achieve cultivation, but those without Taoism will not be able to live forever. In the spring, summer, autumn and winter of another year, word spread in the monk world that there were three thousand swords in the world, and whoever picked the sword and chose its master could find eternal life. I don't know what year or month, a young man was trapped in a place of pain, enduring the pain of being eaten by thousands of ants. A man who was born in response to the Tao was regarded as an outcast by his family. The aristocratic family thought he could be bullied, the dynasty thought he was an ant, and the relatives around him thought he was a dog. It just so happens that one sword chooses the master. The gears of destiny will eventually turn, and in the world to witness, thousands of swords will compete!