There is a Qingyun Mountain in this world, and there is a person named Xie Wuwu on the mountain.
It is said that he is the snow in the clouds, the moon on the top of the mountain, the next leader of the way of heaven, and he cultivates supreme forgetfulness.
I, Ling Buyan, am a ranger in the world, with a lone sword, traveling throughout the miasmatic land, specializing in slaying demons that the gods don't care about, and specializing in saving the souls that all living beings don't care about.
It was raining heavily that day, and I was in an abandoned earth temple, holding the tip of my sword against the throat of the evil cultivator who was pretending to be a god and trapping children.
The temple door was suddenly blasted open by a burst of clear air, and the moonlight mixed with the rain poured in. He stood in front of the door in a snow-white robe, spotless, and his voice was colder than the night rain outside the temple:
"Your Majesty's use of lynching here is against the rules."
I used a charm to tie the evil cultivator into a rice dumpling with my backhand, turned around and smiled at him: "Rules? I just don't like to follow rules."
His eyes were as clear as a cold pool: "Qingyun Mountain, thank you Wuwu. This person is involved in an old sect case and needs to be brought back for trial."
I wiped off the blood on my sword and raised my eyebrows: "What a coincidence, I've been tracking these missing children for half a month. Taoist priest, it seems like you and I will not be able to get rid of this mess."
Later, we worked together to track down the source of the disaster that could overturn the Three Realms.
He relied on the sect's deductions to make every step; I relied on the human connections in the market to find a new way.
Everyone knows that it was the coldhearted Taoist priest who led me to the right path.
Only he knows that behind every seemingly deviant choice, I am filling the gaps in the way of heaven with my humble body.
Until the end comes, disasters appear in the world, and even the rules of heaven are destroyed. All the gods and Buddhas have restrained their hands, and thousands of immortal gates have closed their doors.
I, who was always accused by his disciples of being "improper", stood out with my sword in the desperate situation of all living beings, embarking on a path of no return that even he did not dare to tread.
Behind him, he yelled out of control for the first time: "Ling Buyan! Come back -"
I didn't look back, I just waved my hand behind me, as free and easy as when we first met.
"Xie Wuwang, this human world is much more interesting than your cold heaven."
"I'm going to win it... Back."
Intention: I came from the world of mortals to sharpen my sword, and I dare to teach the sun and the moon to make a new cut.
