Zuo Zhuyan has been reborn.
He has barely opened his eyes and has no time to gather his thoughts before a beautiful immortal-like big sister appears before him, embraces him, and cries as she says she'll take him home.
Her warm, fragrant embrace replaces the bloody smell still lingering beneath his nose, leaving only a comforting sense of safety that brings tears to his eyes.
An age of chaos dawns, balance is shattered, and the world's fortune flows entirely to the demon race. Great demons awaken, and ghosts roam by night.
I, Zuo Zhuyan, have only one sword, but with it I can slay demons and devils and single-handedly hold back the falling heavens.
