Realm: the Broken Sword Saves the World

Everyone knows that Dharma cultivators cannot be offended. They monopolize the spiritual veins, regard their physical cultivation as ants, and raise their hands to make a rain of ice and fire. The body cultivator could only use his flesh and blood body to fight for his life in close quarters, and was crushed to death like a wild dog. He could not even leave his name behind when he died. Snow Burial has two knives. A black devil and a white mandrill. His sword skills were not taught by his master, but were acquired by his master at the cost of his life. Master only left one sentence before his death: "If others don't give you justice, won't you get it yourself?" So he entered the Realm Department. In this place where everyone wears light armor and recognizes only the code name but not the person, some people are corrupt in order to buy medicine for the new recruits; some people are silent because their conscience has been suppressed. What Snow Burial wants to do is different from everyone else. The world calls him the Dharma Cultivator Killer. But the world is also waiting to see how he dies. Because what he has to face is never just any Dharma practice. Everyone takes care of himself, and a righteous man sacrifices his life to become a benevolent person. Give me eternal silence for a long night, in exchange for eternal peace in the world.