I Have a Sword That Can Bury Immortals

In an unknown place in Yun Shen, in an abandoned sword tomb, Ayan, a young handyman who was looked down upon with contempt, held a rusty ancient sword in despair. The sword spirit woke up and spoke lazily and venomously: "You little waste, you want to learn the sword? I will teach you something different." Since then, a set of "Burial Sword Technique" that goes against the sky has emerged. While swordsmen all over the world pursue speed, sharpness, and indestructibility, Ayan's sword seeks to be blunt, clumsy, and hide the edge in a sheath. Jianghu sneered: "Can a blunt sword kill someone?" He silently absorbed the deathly energy of thousands of broken swords into his body, and tempered his immortality in the silence. At first, he just wanted to stop being bullied. Then, on the top of the blue clouds, he used clumsiness to defeat skill, and buried all the sharpness in the world. However, just when he thought this was the ultimate in swordsmanship, the sky split open and an immortal god came to the world. They regard the human world as pasture and all living beings as ants, harvesting faith and enslaving all things. Under the catastrophe, the dynasty collapsed, the sect bowed, and all hope was exhausted. Just as the gods in the sky were looking down at the world and deciding their final fate, Ayan slowly pulled out the rusty sword from his waist that had never been truly unsheathed. The edge of the sword is not pointing to a certain enemy, but to the rules on which they exist, the eternal and decayed way of heaven! "Your era must be over." I have a sword, but I don't seek immortality or invincibility. I just want to bury all the gods and give this world a clean dawn.