What? My Sword Is the Limit of the World

In the last years of Dafeng, the building will collapse. Above the temple, the prime minister has overwhelming power over the country; far away from the rivers and lakes, the sword energy has withered; the fairy mountain in the sky looks at the common people with cold eyes like a cud dog. Gu Changan came out of the wind and snow in the border town with a broken sword and a patchwork patch on his body. He had no great ambitions, he just wanted to repay a favor and give those lonely souls who died of old age in the mud alleys a decent world. The old blind man crushed the world's chessboard, the fat Taoist sounded the death knell, and the lame man broke his leg in exchange for a glimmer of life. When the prince draws his sword, when the prime minister plots, when the immortal descends to earth to take away the last sword energy in the world. The young man who always greeted people with a smile finally wiped off the rust on his sword. That day, it snowed heavily in the capital. Gu Changan raised his sword to the sky. "My, Gu Changan's, rules are the biggest rules in this world!"