Cold Flames Fall into Dust

There is snow in the north that will never melt for thousands of years. He once stood on the snow, holding seven swords, and looked at all living beings as dust. Once the cold flames bite back, the mountain gate disappears, and the old name is buried in the wind. When he woke up again, he was in an unknown place, the world was silent, and his spiritual veins were cut off. There was only an unquenched chill left, burning slowly between the blood and bones. Some people seek immortality and seek immortality, while others compete with each other with swords. But after falling, he saw the other side of "Tao" again. If it is cold, it can create a flame; if it is extinguished, it can start. In this journey, no matter where you end up.