There are rumors in the world that immortal cultivators can cut mountains and rivers with one sword.
But I just want to make ends meet and spend the rest of my life guarding a shabby tavern.
Until that day, a swordsman covered in blood fell at the door and thrust a jade slip into my hand before he died.
"Send it to Qingyun Sect for me..."
I wanted to sell it for wine money, but I found that there was a shocking sword secret hidden in the jade slip.
From then on, I was forced to embark on a path of no return.
Behind him, countless immortal cultivators were chasing him.
In front of him, one fairy mountain after another blocked the road.
I clenched the rusty sword I picked up from a dead man and smiled bitterly: "Can this rag really be able to cut through a fairy gate?"
