The snow on the remaining peaks of Kunlun has been falling for three hundred years.
Immortal Chen Yan guarded a stone house and a half-decayed peach wood sword, carefully polished with bluestone - the shining light flowing on the sword was the trace of three hundred years of time, but it still could not produce any real sword energy. The master once said that "the sword is the extension of the heart", but he has seen the dynasty collapse like dust, he has seen the stunned brothers turn into loess, and even the names have been worn away by the years. He is like a stubborn stone embedded in time, and he does not understand the word "obsession".
Until the smoke from Qingxi Town drifted up the mountain peaks, medicine farmer Lao Zhou brought not only the sweet fragrance of jujube cakes, but also the strange news of mysterious disappearances of children. He locked the door of the stone house for the first time and went down the mountain with the peach wood sword with snow fox scratches on it, but he broke through the strange "soul trapping array" in the earth temple. Under the dark red runes, the soul of the child remaining in the puppet was gradually dissipating.
When the townspeople gathered around him and begged "immortal for help," and when the scratches on the peach wood sword showed a reddish color in the morning light, Chen Yan suddenly understood the warm jade his master gave him before he died - the so-called cultivation of immortality is never about seeking immortality, but about keeping "the light in your heart" in the world of mortals.
This is a "dusty calamity" that spans three hundred years, and it is also a story of an immortal finally learning to "care" and "protect" in the torrent of time.
