Deep in the Qingluan Mountains, on a cliff shrouded in clouds and mist, a figure in white stands with his hands behind his back. A pale golden sword pattern flows between the black and white eyebrows, the sword energy around the body is surging, and the ancient iron sword is suspended under his feet. It is the "Xuanxiao Sword" given by the master before his death.
"After ten years of seclusion, I finally have to go down the mountain." He looked at the foot of the mountain with a cold smile on his lips, "The spiritual energy is exhausted, the way of heaven is incomplete...
