Sword Immortal of the Northern Frontier

Sword cultivator, ice mage.

A slow burn, laid-back story, halfway between a lone wolf and a team player. No life-or-death crises, no female lead, lots of digressions, and a wide range of abilities.

In the first world, he witnesses the evil in human hearts and the desperate, brutal struggles of the weak.

In the second world, he witnesses the echoes left after a world falls. Did infighting destroy its last hope? No one knows.

In the third world, he witnesses a golden age and a time of chaos. In the bitter cold, Hantian finally faces the gods and demons. But he is Hantian, a swordsman who has forged three thousand array plates and can slay gods and demons.

The Great Dao stretches on without end. With a three-foot blade in hand, one can naturally look down on the world.

A sword belongs in the hands of a gentleman, its edge kept sheathed in the heart. But when a gentleman flies into a rage, he fears nothing and holds nothing back.