The Strongest Sword Immortal
By a twist of fate, he is reborn and acquires the ancient sage’s inheritance of the Sword Dao. Rising to prominence in the city of blossoms, beautiful women by his side, he drinks his fill from the endless river of life. With boldness and a thirst for justice, his sword shatters all sorceries and defeats every hero beneath the heavens. He delves into the profound mysteries of the laws, seizes the very essence of creation, and unveils the origins of all phenomena. When his sword is unsheathed, the world’s order is set; when his fury ignites, wind and thunder arise, and he soars thirty thousand miles, defying the ninefold heavens! Witness the prodigal son’s return—sword pointed at the world—as he carves out a realm of clarity and justice with his blade...
The Strongest Sword Immortal
It was early autumn, and the persistent autumn rains had washed away the lingering heat of summer. The rain fell for several days, and just when people thought it would continue for many more, the sky unexpectedly cleared. On the afternoon after the fine drizzle, the sky stretched limitless and blue, sunlight bursting through the clouds and bathing the entire city of Shanghai in a bright halo, brimming with vitality.
Residents, long stifled indoors, seized the chance to enjoy the fresh air. Their faces in streets and alleys alike glowed with ease and happiness. On what should have been a peaceful, beautiful afternoon, the tranquility was suddenly shattered by the wailing of sirens in Linjiang District. Curious gazes turned to see the distant sky lit with red and thick smoke billowing upward—a fire had broken out somewhere.
At this moment, the Third People's Hospital of Shanghai was engulfed in flames, chaos reigning as the inpatient building was consumed by fire. Fortunately, the fire brigade arrived in time to prevent the blaze from spreading further. Yet, no matter how they tried, they could not extinguish the inferno within the inpatient building and could only contain it by isolation.
The hospital director, Ju Lou, stood not far from the burning structure, his face ashen as he watched the roaring flames. He knew that regardless of the hospital's loss this time, his position was finished. Though already of retirement age, he still clung greedily to his last vestiges of power.
When he saw the fire chief approaching, he hurried over and
