The Human Sword

The great road has collapsed and the fairy rules no longer exist. This is a purgatory where everyone can rely on their own strength, where the strong are respected and the weak are like ants. He has no family background, no immortal destiny, and no backing. He is just the boy with the hardest spine and the most sincere heart in this purgatory. In the wind and snow, he picked up a broken blade, which was stained with rust and made of ordinary iron. The strong man sneered, the immortals ignored it. No one knows that this inch of iron will not kill immortals, fight for hegemony, or seek fame for thousands of miles. He only cuts down the injustice in the world, only protects the land behind him, and only keeps the light in his heart called "rules" that has long been forgotten by the world. No matter how big the world is, it is only within a square inch; no matter how far the sword is, it only requires a clear conscience. When all the gods and Buddhas in the sky have turned their backs on the common people, look at how this young man holding a piece of iron can use an inch-inch sword as a ruler to measure the heaven and earth and reestablish order for this collapsed human world!