Journey to the End of the World

Miracles in the world are often born from a protective heart. Even though his enemy's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and even though all the heroes in the world are afraid of his sharp edge, Zheng Moyu still stands with his sword drawn horizontally. One person, one sword, travel across thousands of rivers and mountains. Not for fame, not for fame in the world, but just to give countless oppressed ordinary people a glimmer of hope to survive. When the lonely rain falls on the horizon, it is the time when the blade of the sword is unsheathed.