Prehistoric: the End of Qingping

In front of the gate of Zixiao Palace, a piece of stubborn stone that no one cares about, quietly enlightened in the aftertaste of Taozu's sermon, actually hides the Qingping sword embryo born from chaos. When the purple energy of the Hongmeng stirred up the storms of the ancient world, and when the lichs fought for hegemony and tore apart the veins of heaven and earth, it was just a stone rolled into the dust, but with a trace of wood's vitality and a ray of sword's sharpness, it struggled to survive in the ancient wilderness where thousands of races abounded. It has seen the majesty of the demon clan of Emperor Jun Taiyi, the ferocity of the shaman clan of Chiyou Xingtian, and has discussed the path of the Three Pure Ones, and watched the mending of the sky with Nuwa. It has gnawed at the bitterest spiritual roots and endured the most poisonous magic weapons, but it still remembers the blue light outside Zixiao Palace that made it realize itself. From a stubborn stone to a Qingping sword that cuts through Yin and Yang and opens up the world, it has witnessed the birth and destruction of the ancient world, and experienced the rise and fall of gods and men. Some people say it is a killing weapon born in response to calamity, while others say it is a beacon to protect life. And it knows that it just wants to find its own way in this vast wilderness - the way of the sword. When the green grass moves slightly, the wind rises at the slightest breath. Let's see how this humble sword embryo carves its own mark in the magnificent epic of prehistoric times.