Beneath the dust of the world, with jade-like hair at his temples, all is quiet and empty, untouched by others. The Divine King sweeps through heaven and earth, his sword and steps gliding like drifting clouds—this is the legendary Jade Void Divine Sword. Once more, the legend returns to the Kunlun Mountains! In the twilight mist, a young man approaches you slowly. He pierces through clouds and shrouding mists, his sword stirring the four corners of the world. No matter how time and fate may shift, no matter how many hardships he faces, his heart remains unchanged. The youth throws back his head and laughs to the sky, his spirit stirring mine: “Come, lean on the railing with me and listen to the rain, raise a cup to the wind. Watch as I ride the wind and chase the waves, ready to battle the heavens once more.” This tale is untainted; a gentle gentleman and a graceful lady, the fortress of extraordinary lives is just beginning..

A mischievous boy from a mountain village, a journey of carefree wandering across worlds, a stirring song that resounds through the mortal realm, and a path of cultivation that forges ever onward. In the Northern Sea, there is a fish called the Kun; its size is beyond measure, stretching for thousands of miles. When it transforms into a bird, it is known as the Peng. The Peng’s back spans uncounted distances, and when it rises in wrath, its wings hang like clouds draped across the heavens. This is the evolutionary tale of the Northern Sea..

If the Way is as deep as an abyss, why should I begrudge this mortal body?.

Defying the heavens may leave room for exceptions; opposing me offers no chance of survival! Even if you are an immortal, I will make you regret ever being born! ********** ps: The word "Tomb" here refers to a grave..

That year, a scholar descended from Mount Qingyun. Thus, the world of cultivation gained a sword immortal, a grandmaster, a pioneer who broke free from tradition. From that moment on, Mount Qingyun grew ever higher, until at last it pierced the very heavens. No one could recall when it began, but in the realm of immortals, none addressed him by name anymore; all simply knew that there was a “Master Fang” on Mount Qingyun. “How tall is Master Fang?” a disciple once asked his teacher. “About this tall,” the master replied, gazing up toward the boundless sky..