Taichu Sword Master

I have been imprisoned in the sand for 100,000 years in the Western Wasteland, and the sword bones of Taichu hide my destiny. The young man crawled out from the cracks of chaos, rough with loach scales and tough with candied sweetness, trying to split the rigid sky of Zhongzhou. The spores of the Tao of Erosion gnaw at the principles of the Tao, and the Tianzheng Juejian cuts off the eternity, and what he holds is the edge that balances order and chaos—— "The rules in this world are too rigid. It's time to use the teeth of a hungry tiger to bring some vitality."