Xian Mo Tong Xiu

In the misty sea of clouds, the vast and boundless sky. All living beings, who doesn't yearn for it? The heavenly Dao is illusory, no one can fathom it. Ten thousand zhang of red dust, who doesn't desire immortality? The grievances and love affairs of three lifetimes and seven generations, the thousands of years of grudges and love between the righteous path and the Demon Cult. One person, one ancient sword, how will he face the whole world...