Yeyue Swordsmanship

Divine weapons, infatuated children, heroic heroes, grievances and hatreds. I once cut a thousand miles with a sword, I once broke the sky with a single sword. I have a gun that can open up the world, and I have a stick that is invincible to all ghosts. In ten lifetimes and a thousand years, no one has been buried in ten barren tombs. Thousands of years ago, immortals fell like rain. Thousands of years later, the rivers and lakes will be the rivers and lakes, and there will be no immortals. High halls and temples, powerful ministers and generals, common people and soldiers, ancient sects and new sects, martial arts heroes, and hidden masters. The lonely world has once again ushered in its heyday after a thousand years. Where there are rivers and lakes, there will be grievances and hatreds; where there are temples, there will be fights between powerful and powerful people. The seemingly calm rivers and lakes are already undercurrents and turbulent...