I Wield the Mountains and Rivers as My Power, Slaying Every Omen in the Mortal World

[High Martial] + [Superpowers] + [Ensemble Cast] + [Slaying Demons] + [No System] + [One Female Lead] + [Passionate Battles] + [Not Invincible] + [Growing Protagonist] Spiritual qi revival. Demonic beasts run rampant. The mountain-sealing order at Mount Qingcheng tore open the curtain on a blood-soaked age. Chen Tianye, a first-year college student, watched helplessly as his childhood friend was dragged off a cliff by a demonic beast and his senior was parasitized. From then on, he became a wandering guardian, wielding the Three Mountains and Five Peaks as his blade and the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers as its sheath, suppressing demonic beasts lurking everywhere. But this power, borrowed from the forces of heaven and earth, came at a price: his teammates had to be sacrificed! The senior he secretly loved was parasitized by a top-tier demonic beast, and in her sleep came whispers impossible to tell from the truth. A programmer used blockchain to lock up demons, a fried-rice chef wielded his wok to cook demonic-beast spinal marrow, and a cosplayer crossed dimensional barriers, only to lose sight of their true selves... Meanwhile, in the shadows, Wall Street’s financial behemoths gnawed at the earth’s veins, a mutated Yamata no Orochi was reborn amid Fukushima’s nuclear contamination, and the Guixu Calamity was forging top-tier demonic beasts into apocalyptic fiends... When the Mad Monk’s Gatling Bodhisattva began chanting the Diamond Sutra, when a mathematician rewrote the laws of physics with pi, and when a tomb raider burned away the last spark of spiritual fire, Chen Tianye’s blade swept across the burning land. Beneath the wrathful gaze of the Leshan Giant Buddha, he finally understood: The greatest force in this world had never been the moon over Kunlun or the flames at Red Cliffs. It was his childhood friend’s final roar, Lin Jianlu’s smile before she closed her eyes, and the protection of six hundred thousand fallen heroes... And it was the soul of the dragon, burning in our spines, never extinguished in five thousand years: “As long as demon blood flows, our souls will never perish!”