Sword Qi Runs Through the Rainbow

This is a turbulent river and lake, where immortals stand tall, demons dance wildly, and our true martial arts cultivators use their mortal bodies to wield swords across the rainbow, shake fairy mountains to create glory, and there is a generation of geniuses whose swords are blowing in the breeze, eighty thousand miles away! No return date. But all of this, in the end, is like a huge peak, falling on a young man. In this family that has experienced the ups and downs of honor and disgrace for three generations, and the prosperity has declined, what kind of fate has he been burdened with? In this world where it is impossible to distinguish between right and wrong, where grievances and hatreds are reflected by swords and swords, what kind of destiny does he have? There are also battles over power in the temple, and debates over mental and ghost intrigues. Whether all of this is still a traditional martial arts. "But now, I am walking towards the high platform step by step, but behind me is an endless abyss. I have embraced the abyss, and it feels a bit cold, so cold that it makes people chill."