Xian Mo Tong Xiu

The sea of clouds is ethereal, the sky is boundless. All living beings, who doesn't yearn for it? The heavenly way is illusory, no one can fathom it. Ten thousand zhang of red dust, who doesn't want to live forever? The lovers of three lives and seven worlds of resentment, the grievances and love-hate of thousands of years between the righteous path and the demonic cult. One person, a ancient sword, how will he face the whole world...