Pork heart and shrimp

Thousands of years ago, the great abilities of the three teachings of Buddhism, Daoism, and Demonism decided on a place for becoming immortal. Three thousand years ago, a Taoist was close to becoming immortal. Three hundred years ago, the Daqian Dynasty was established, and chaos is expected in another three hundred years. In this era, the path to immortality opens; a celestial swordsman freezes fourteen states with one sword, a heavenly Daoist maiden seeks eternal life, a naturally born Holy Son claims to be invincible, and a Buddhist Holy Monk saves all sentient beings.
Gu Wen lives as a beggar, enters a household as a servant, witnessing the disordered world, drifting aimlessly. 
In a world filled with divine beings, he alone is a mortal. 
However, a lowly origin is not a disgrace; striving through the grand path, even as a common man and mundane son, he can still be the foremost in the world.
"Mortal Gu Wen, my Dao is euqaling the heavens!"

Dao Equaling the Heavens

The sudden sound of an explosion rang in the ears, as Chi Yu Zi and Jun Yan charged out almost simultaneously.  


The Sword Pond was circular, with deep blue waters from which strands of pure Sword Qi dispersed.  


As the three of them rushed in, they stirred up a sky full of Sword Qi, which was of no concern to them; their real worry was the several competitors by their side.  


Chi Yu Zi furrowed her brows as if enduring immense pain, raising her hand as a flood of spiritual swords surged out like a tidal wave, and with the tips of her toes touching a Taoist Sword, she rode the waves, racing to the forefront.  


A faint glow flew towards her, only to be blocked by the protective spiritual sword with a clang, followed by the shattering of dozens of spiritual swords, their fragments bursting and scattering.  


The faint glow stopped and revealed itself to be a diamond-shaped crystal.  


This object was also made of Sword Qi, except this Sword Qi had solidified into matter.  


Chapter 114: Ordinary are the Many, How to Pity the Talented