After a great calamity in the cultivation world, spiritual energy dried up and sects fell into decline.
> As the last disciple of the Qingyun Sect, I spend every day scavenging for treasure in the mountains of trash at the ruins of the Divine War.
> When a creditor drives me to the brink, my right eye suddenly awakens: I can see through the true nature of all things.
> The broken half of a sword in the trash turns out to be a fragment of a divine weapon!
> The day I repair the broken sword, a second-generation immortal arrives to seize my mountain.
> With one strike, I cleave the clouds for a thousand miles, revealing a suspended immortal palace sealed away beneath them.
> Chains rattle inside the palace, followed by a hoarse laugh: “Thirty thousand years. At last, someone can wield this sword.”
