The Power of the Star Sword

The stars are flowing and the sky is vast. This world of cultivation is not so much the human world as it is a cold star map suspended in the eternal darkness. Billions of stars are twinkling, and every glimmer of light may be a world heading towards extinction or rebirth, a floating fairy mountain, or a dangerous place where ancient secrets are buried. People breathe in starlight here, refine spiritual energy, and chase the illusory immortality and avenue. However, the trajectory of the star map seems to be free, but in fact it has long been framed by the invisible net called "the way of heaven". The entanglement of cause and effect and the reincarnation of karma are like cold chains, binding every living being, from the mortals who draw Qi into their bodies to the immortals who wave their hands to reach for the stars. There is no exception. Here, strength is the only pass and the only judgement. The giants of the sect are high in the clouds, maintaining the superficial order with laws and dogmas that have been passed down for thousands of years, claiming that they are the incarnation of the way of heaven. But in the depths of the Star Territory, there are many dramas of murder and treasure grabbing, sect conflicts, and master-disciple rebellion. Blood can often water out powerful spiritual roots more than morality. The so-called immortal fate often walks on the bones of others and opportunities; the so-called righteous path, in the face of sufficient interests and threats, its bright coat is as thin as cicada wings and can be broken with a poke. This is an era in which "the law of the jungle" is engraved into the bones. Warmth and trust are luxuries, while betrayal and calculation are the norm. In the pursuit of power, countless monks gradually turned into puppets of power, and their Taoist hearts were dusty, running counter to their original intention of pursuing "freedom".