I Have an Atlas of Demons and Ghosts

A hundred thousand miles away from the barren mountains, I once dreamed of the yellow beam and drank with the ancient immortals. When the majestic Taoist sect comes to this world, I am the madman in the mountains, my words and laughter are all that I despise the man in heaven. The heart of a young man is not old, he is full of heroism, and he can easily kill the head of an evil person with his flying sword. The road is elusive and difficult to find, and the only one with a pure heart is to search hard. This is a story about immortals and heroes.