Return of the Sword Master: Starting from Protecting the Dilapidated Sect

On the top of the mountain above the sea of ​​clouds, Yun Cang, the last member of the Tianyan Sect, sat alone in the main hall. His fingertips touched the dusty throne of the sect leader. Behind him, under the thousand white jade steps, were the solemn statues of ancestors of all generations. In the Age of Ending Dharma, spiritual energy dried up and sects withered. He had long been accustomed to this deathly silence. Until that day when a baby cried at the foot of the mountain, he wanted to leave indifferently, but he saw that the baby's little hand was holding a dim jade talisman - the Tianyan Sect's core heritage token that had been lost for thousands of years. At that moment, the sect formation, which had been silent for thousands of years, hummed slightly, like a dead tree blooming in spring. The wind in the Sword Tomb never stops, blowing past the broken stone tablets and silent soldiers, sobbing war songs from thousands of years ago. Yun Cang's white hair was scattered in the wind, and his fingertips brushed against the dusty throne of the sect leader, and the cold touch penetrated his bones. This is Tianyan Sect, which was once the holy land where thousands of immortals came to visit. Now, he is the only one left guarding this empty cemetery. The end of the Dharma is like a knife, cutting off the spirit and the human heart. He, Taixu Sword Master Yun Cang, who once brought light to nineteen continents with his sword, is now just a living dead waiting to die guarding the ruins. Inheritance? A ridiculous and extravagant fantasy. The cry at the foot of the mountain was weak but persistent, penetrating the dead sea of ​​clouds. He didn't want to pay attention to it, just like he had ignored everything in the past thousand years. However, the object tightly held in the baby's hand had a faint and almost imperceptible warm brilliance flowing through the darkness - a dull jade talisman full of cracks. At the moment when the light flashed, a low, distant sound, as if from the ancient times, came from the depths of the earth that had long been judged to be completely dead. The heart of the dead sect actually beat for the first time for this abandoned baby.