My Heart Is Not Peaceful, Let Me Hear the Sound of the Sword

Three years ago, the world was in chaos between humans and demons. Refining blood and nourishing grievances, swallowing souls. The most talented swordsman of the younger generation, the Qilin Sword, carried an ancient sword and beheaded the devil at the cost of destroying his cultivation, but in exchange for countless evil spirits. They don't care about the chaos caused by humans and demons, but they only care about the sword. So the frustrated genius abandoned the ancient sword and faked his death to escape. Three years later, the evil reappeared, but it was only an ordinary swordsman who discovered it, so he died. After that, his only remaining disciple found the young swordsman who had lost confidence in this world and asked him to come out. So on this day, a young, half-disabled swordsman with gray hair led a little girl who was inexperienced in the world down the mountain. Until they reached the top of the city, the swordsman who had cultivated the Taiping Sword in the past was finally broken into pieces of mud. His way is wrong. It is not him who is wrong, but the world. So he gave up his original plan and handed the first sword to the entire world. I feel unjust, so I invite you all to hear the sound of the sword.