The Final Candle

[Overhead Fairy Tale] + [Brother] + [Love] + [Different Time and Space] + [The Avenue of Swords] + [Cut Everything] The ancient continent is divided into nine states. In a corner of Qingzhou, butterfly wings flutter slightly, and an undercurrent has arisen. Mo Lu, quietly observe the common people and all things, and understand the [meaning] of creatures and utensils. The martial realm is about cultivating the mind; the Dharma realm is about refining the world. Mo Lu holds a long sword in his hand and stands between the general trend of heaven and earth. There is a poem that says: After thousands of years of cultivation, the body is indestructible. In the Kunlun Ruins, I can distinguish between false and true. The seven realms of equanimity open up new realms, and I respect you when you understand your own way. The knife cuts through the entrance and cuts through all the forces, and the ghosts and gods are cold wherever the sharp edge passes. Time carves characters into rocks and mountains, and the long rivers wash away the origins.