At the end of eternal life lie invincibility and boundless loneliness.
Lu Wuyou was regarded as an ill omen by the world. With no path to cultivation open to him, he eventually tore off his clothes to blindfold himself, refusing to see the world's filth. A mysterious master brought him to a mountain valley, where he learned the Sword Dao of Eternal Life. Yet he chose to live in seclusion for ten thousand years, keeping company with flowers, plants, and strange beasts.
Then Su Qingxue, the last survivor of the Tianlan Sect, stumbled into his courtyard, covered in blood, shattering his eternal peace. He flicked a finger to destroy a Golden Core cultivator just to protect a flower, and casually wove a bamboo basket that could withstand a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack. He only wanted to water his vegetables and fish, but was forced into a storm sweeping across the Three Realms.
Sects from the lower realm, immortal palaces from the upper realm, and ancient clans all came in droves, drawn by the world-shaking secret the woman by his side carried.
"Senior, a mighty being from the Thirty-Third Heaven has arrived..."
Lu Wuyou sighed at last and reached for the sword that had never left its sheath.
He drew it by a single inch, and heaven and earth fell silent.
Only then did the Three Realms learn that he wore a blindfold not because he could not see, but because he could not bear to look upon the mortal world. Everything he saw was the world's fragility.
This is the story of an immortal who, through endless ages, is forced to draw his sword against the entire world to protect the last warmth he has left.
Good looking hahahaha
How lonely it is to be invincible