Jiutian Fuyao Record

The cold light of the sword was clear, and the cold light fell like a shooting star. But still remember that sword coming from the west and flying immortals from the sky? I, the swordsman, once flew into the sky with my sword, chased the stars in the sun, rose from the East China Sea, and set in the west at dusk. At the end of the sky, lie down and watch the sun and the moon rotate, and the stars and rivers rise and fall; in the valley of the earth, smile at the collapse of the mountains, and the rise and fall of the sea tide... What about glory and wealth? What about the superiority and inferiority of immortals and mortals? … Holding the sword in my hand, I want to ask who is higher or lower in the nine heavens! PS: This book has been signed, please feel free to collect it!