The road to immortality is long, and the word love is calamity. Nie Yuandong once thought that by holding Su Qing'er's hand, he could embrace the sky and the moon together. Even if the immortals and mortals had different paths, he would still dare to break the situation with his heart. However, the Immortal Sect is treacherous and people's hearts are unpredictable. A conspiracy swept through, the master's sect was overturned, and all his relatives and friends died. The beautiful shadow that once illuminated his years turned out to be the last straw that crushed him.
One sword cuts the thread of love, one thought cuts off the worldly bond. The blood-stained immortal robe of the former gentle boy awakened the heaven-defying divine veins in a desperate situation. He used ruthlessness as a blade and severed love as a front to crush illusions and tear apart traitors with his own hands. From then on, there was no tender Nie Yuandong in the world, only cold-sword Nie Yangdong.
He walked alone on the immortal road, and the sea of blood was fragrant. He grew lotuses step by step while being surrounded by enemies, and he defied heaven and became a god in the ups and downs of the three realms. But the obsession that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and the face engraved in the soul, eventually become the most painful calamity and the tenderest grief in the journey to immortality. When the ruthless sword points to the sky, can he still remember the ten thousand years of seeing her under the peach blossom tree when he first met her?
