Cangming Blade Heart

The immortal court hangs high, and the laws are like iron; there are many sects, and the undercurrent is turbulent; under the nine-gai mysterious dome, the battle between the avenues has never stopped. In a sudden catastrophe, the Jinghu Sword Palace orthodoxy was destroyed. Only the remaining disciple Ling Cang, who was burdened with blood feud and mystery, managed to escape in the abyss. The foundation of the road was destroyed, the path to immortality was cut off, and the immortal patrol angels were ruthlessly pursuing him behind him. The world was so vast that there was no place for him to stand. In the desperate situation of death, he abandoned the way of the past, and in the sea of ​​​​destruction, he visualized the Northern Dark Cangming that swallowed all things, and condensed a strange and unpredictable Xuming True Water. Since then, the young man in a green shirt has embarked on a road of revenge and inquiry using power as his blade and wisdom as his armor. The Immortal Court sees him as a remnant of rebellion, the sect sees him as a pawn in the game, and the foreign tribes see him as a variable opportunity. In this turbulent era, he was like a solitary figure, circling among the giants of all parties, spreading thunder in silent places, and guarding every step amidst the lights and shadows of swords inside and outside the chess game. "The greatest good is like water. Water is good for all things without any struggle." "Of course, when Cangming is angry, he can overturn Tianque!" From the ruins of Taiweiyuan, to the chaotic chaos of Tianshiyuan, to the top of the Immortal Palace of Ziweiyuan... This is a life and death game with heaven and earth as the game, and all living beings as children. It is also a lonely practice that goes straight to the heart and asks about immortality.