The True Mountain's Green Blade Is Cold

The true mountain's green peak is cold, its killing intent stretching a thousand miles.

A thousand years ago, the Kunlun Sword Sect reached up to the bright moon and descended into the underworld. Cultivators across the land stood in awe at the sight of its disciples.

A thousand years later, all that remains of Kunlun is a ruined sect gate amid the wind and sand, a band of servants who can never get enough to eat, and a boy chewing on a peach as he tells old tales.

No one knows that this boy, who never stops spouting nonsense, has not a trace of aggression in his sword.

Nor does anyone know that his taciturn junior brother carries an entire field of golden rice in his heart.

Immortals above, mortals below, with the path of cultivation broken in between.

This chronicle tells of two people who step by step bring the word “immortal” back to the mortal world from the wind and sand.