The Sword Is Revealed

In this world full of mystery, monks have carried wild blood since the day they were born, and everything is in competition to tear out the living method. Today, the morning mist in Luoxia Ridge has not yet cleared, and the young man has already clutched his worn luggage. He climbed onto the broken branch of the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and his figure was stretched into a golden-red silhouette by the rising sun. He said loudly to the vast mountains: "Thousands of peaks bury sword bones, and thousands of valleys bury heroes' souls - we are all gone, but we still have to look at the present."