Crossing the Sea of Samsara with a Single Sword

The world of Yanfutu is vast and boundless. Ten suns hang across the daytime sky, while two moons circle the world at night. In the Central Continent, the Emperor of Tianxia appoints gods and spirits, ruling like a divine dynasty on earth. In the outer continents, great sects govern entire nations, standing above the authority of kings. And deep within the endless wilderness, demons and monsters run rampant.

But at some point, as the ancient legends foretold, the Heavenly Dao changed and the uncanny emerged. The uncanny appeared without end, bringing endless nights and endless winters. They could even resurrect and begin anew. They made the lords and nobles who once stood above all, and even the gods and Buddhas across the heavens, tremble in fear.

Fan Yang sighed. “I just want to quietly cultivate immortality.” He drew the Mo Yuan Sword and struck once. His sword energy swept thirty thousand miles, crossed past and future, and wiped out every ghost and monster in the world of Yanfutu.