The Sword Cuts Through Eternity: No. 1 in the World

Northland, winter. The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, dyeing the sky and the earth into a vast white. In the far north, there is a solitary peak that is covered with snow all year round and is insurmountable even for birds - the Nameless Peak. At the top of the peak, in front of a crumbling thatched hut. A young man in thin cloth was holding a rusty piece of iron and slowly waving it towards the flying snow. There was no earth-shattering sword energy, no dazzling light effects, not even the sound of breaking through the wind and snow. His movements were very slow, as if he were caressing his lover's cheek, or as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend. Every time the sword was swung, the falling snowflakes would stand eerily still three inches away from his fingertips, and then silently turn into water vapor and dissipate in the air. "Sword 9999." The young man stopped his posture and let out a breath of white air. The white air condensed into a small ice lotus in the air, and then shattered. His name is Li Changfeng. In this world that everyone knows, he is a crazy woodcutter on the Nameless Peak, cutting wood, sweeping snow, and making tea every day. But on that rainy night thirty years ago, with one man and one sword, he cut off the "Netherworld Demon Ancestor" who tried to devour the people, and erased his name from all the books in the world, just to seek peace. The world only knows that the "Sword God" is dead, but they don't know that the Sword God is not dead, but has become a mortal. However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. Today, under the Nameless Peak, murderous intent is soaring into the sky.