The True Record of Traveling to the North

There is a trash cultivator on Luoyun Ridge named Sun Muzhi. The third level of Qi refining, three meals without a meal, a rusty sword, and a broken sword manual. People in the village called him Sun Fool. He thought it was right, just live, why bother thinking so much. Until one day, his village disappeared. The ancestral temple collapsed, the tablets were broken, and the jade pendant left by his grandfather began to get hot. A dying old man told him: Your grandfather is not a farmer. Go north. When you can't walk anymore, there is a wall, and there is an answer there. Sun Muzhi didn't know what was in the north, but he knew he had to go. So he left. A man and a rusty sword. On the way he met a mute woman, a young man, and an old scholar. He saw people hating people, people eating people, people killing people. He saw that those things he thought were destiny turned out to be the script of heaven. He thought the answer lay in the north. But he didn't know—— The road to the north was longer than he thought. What he has to face is not only the man-eating monsters, but also the knives stabbed by his own people. What he wants to find out is not only the death of his grandfather, but also the truth that was erased 30,000 years ago... This is not a story about one person beating them all. This is a useless casual cultivator who traveled for three thousand years and finally found out—— He is not the only one heading north...