Sword Chases the Wilderness

"The towering giant mountains stand on the earth, and the deep abyss is hidden in the center of the earth." "Horses gallop across the wild fields, dragon beasts swim in the abyss, deer with horns and colts roam freely across water and land." "The dragon Kun swallows the sea and stirs up thousands of miles of tidal waves; the Dapeng camel mountain crushes the ridges of thousands of clouds." This is a wild ancient planet, where the weak eat the strong, and life is like a piece of grass. This is also a world where all dharma is reincarnated, where immortals, true gods, and saints have all set foot, leaving indelible traces. A young man named Han Xu came through time. He climbed up from the bottom of the tribe, fought his way out of the mountain of corpses, walked through the sea of ​​bones, and step by step, walked into the prosperous city and the luxurious Kyoto. Many years later, he looked back at the vast wilderness. Several figures cover the clouds and the sun, and the Dharma is as dark as a prison. There are skeletons sitting in the void, wearing rotten crowns; there are corpses standing in the underworld holding flags, and thousands of souls are swimming in them; there are also old monks sitting cross-legged, motionless, surrounded by sutra banners and incense sticks, chanting softly. The leader of the creatures spoke, his voice as deep as an ancient bell: "Master Dao, even though you are the best in the past and present. But if we attack together, no matter how strong you are, you can't kill us all before ascending, right?" Han Xu didn't answer. He raised his hand and spread his palm. The round, bright sword ball suddenly jumped—— Immediately, a blinding ray of light burst out, like a bright red blood sun, rising suddenly, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers...