Innate Kenshin: There Is No Bottleneck in My Swordsmanship

The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and the sword is formed at the end of Qingping. Lin Lan, a young man from a mountain village, grasped the charred wooden sword struck by lightning, and also grasped a piece of ancient cause and effect that had been covered in dust. The day when the sword's heart is perfected is when the calamity will restart. From then on, under the moonlight of Tingzhu Xiaozhu, there was more of him practicing swordsmanship; in the shadow of Jackdaw Ridge, the cry of his sword to ward off evil could be heard. At the Four Regions Prodigy Meeting, he resonated with the swordsmanship of the arrogant successor of Wanjian Tomb; in the wind and snow in the north, he walked side by side with the cold saint of Jiutian Xuan Palace. He once asked his master, and the master said: "The sword should be sharp." He once asked his mind, and his mind answered: "Sharp for protection." When the darkest hour came, the evil god's whisper resounded throughout the world. When all sentient beings were in despair, he handed out the last sword. That sword is like the morning mist breaking through the dawn, like the spring thunder that wakes up the insects. ——This sword is for all mortals in the world to control the sky!