Sword Across the Heavens

Frost fell on the cliff, the sword fairy swept across the sky, and a jade slip fell down on me in my ordinary life of seventeen years. From the mud-legged man who broke into the Tianjian Sect to the bloody defense of the lonely city at the Imperial Pass, Lin Fan was never a genius. He only knew that practicing swords was not to reach the sky alone, but not to kneel down so that no one could touch his head. The outside world eats spirits, the sect falls, the spiritual source splits, and the two worlds swallow each other up. He used the pure spirit body as a guide to build the formation of the two rituals returning to the source, demolished the wall of the Imperial Pass, and established the road to the heavens. It turns out that the most powerful sword is not to kill enemies, but to save all living beings; the highest immortal is not to monopolize the mountain top, but to guard the light of the world and illuminate the way back to all realms.