There are hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, stretching like a lying sword.
Everyone in the world seeks the path to immortality and cultivation, competes for opportunities in the immortal sect, and seizes the fortunes of heaven and earth. They think that the path to immortality lies in the sea of clouds in the sky and the mysterious fairyland.
Only Su Yan, a young man from Shixi Village, was born in the dust and grew up in loneliness. He has no spiritual roots or vision, and no support from his family. He only keeps the simplest heart: to be upright, to act steadily, not to bully the weak, not to be greedy, to keep his duty, and to live up to his conscience.
He doesn't know what cultivating an immortal is, and he doesn't know what the meaning of the sword is. He only spends his days chopping wood in the ordinary fireworks, saving a weak beast, and keeping a place pure.
Little did they know, deep in the green mountains, there was a broken sword that had been silent for thousands of years. It was not waiting for a genius or a genius, but only for a mortal heart with a right heart, a steady mind, and a stone-like toughness.
When the mist in the mountains spreads over the ancient temple, and when the first ray of sword energy quietly enters the body, the young man still does not know that he is already the destined sword bearer.
There are thousands of great avenues in the world, but the most extraordinary one is never found in immortal books or magical elixirs.
And between every word and action, every thought and heart.
There is a sword in the green mountains, hidden in the mortal world; you can only hold it if you have a righteous heart.
An ordinary person will follow the principles of the world and take the most stable, righteous and magnificent sword path to heaven.
