Traveling through the great world of cultivating immortals, I gained a master and three thousand avenues, but I only walked with the sword. Climb for eternity and be proud of the world. Only one poem remains in the world.
One sword cut off fourteen states, and the sword energy stretched across thirty thousand miles.
Who knows that the name will be left through the ages, and the spirit of the sword will last forever.
Intention: I just want to write my own story.