A Gleam of Light Shines on the Vast Wilderness, Drawing the Sword Towards the Holy Court

This prehistoric period is sick. The saints are high in the sky, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky only breathe incense. They regard all races as ants, and the common people weep with blood, and no one cares about them. Young Xuan Jue walked out of a small border village carrying a mysterious fragment of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas". He saw that in this world, there were too many forgotten ancient creatures wailing, and countless squeezed heroic souls weeping blood. Since all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are blind, then it is up to me to open the eyes of this ancient world...! Conquering the lost beasts of the mountains and seas, and awakening the silent ancient heroic spirits, he used his humble body to gather the power abandoned by the world, vowing to smash the cold and decaying heaven and rebuild a new order for mortals. "Saint? If this saint wants to feed on the common people, I will kill him!"