Sword of Coming

The Great Wide World is full of wonders.
In the center of the world, there was a scholar who once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. He was the human world's pride.
At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.
In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.
In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.
A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Governing Sword Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.
He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wild.
Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.