In this world, there are only swords.
Long sword, short sword, soft sword, heavy sword - the sword is the only weapon and the only truth. There is a sword soul sleeping deep in everyone's soul. Some people awaken ferocious beasts, while others awaken thunder. Talent determines how far you can go.
Southern Wasteland, the most barren of the four continents. The spiritual energy is thin and resources are scarce, and even the sect doesn't bother to set foot there.
Ye Qiu, the poorest nobleman in Qingshi Town, could not even afford an iron sword. When someone of the same age awakens the ferocious beast sword soul, what awakens in his body is the most inconspicuous grass.
Wasted soul.
Ridicule, cold looks, pity - everyone believed that his life was over.
It wasn't until he held the old wooden sword, walked out of the Southern Wasteland, and stepped onto the teleportation array leading to Zhongzhou that he discovered a truth buried by history:
Three thousand years ago, during the most glorious era of swordsmanship, he was the number one swordsman in the world. His sword soul was also a piece of grass.
And from Southern Wasteland to Zhongzhou, from Qingzhou to Shuangyuan, he will discover every step he takes -
The grass inside him was growing into a forest silently.
This is an era of decline of swordsmanship, thousands of swords are silent, and the holy land is closed.
The young man came from the poorest continent, holding iron in his hand and his soul like grass.
He wants to reach the top of the sword step by step.
