When the Sword Rises at Dusk

I observe the Dao, and the Dao observes me. I am free and unfettered. Across the myriad worlds and all living beings, throughout the vast universe, only I am the True Martial One.

A mere mortal, I struggle on and hold fast to the principles in my heart. The sword is my path. The wind rises, the clouds soar, and in this world, I have but one sword in my hand. No matter how high an official's rank, how mighty a martial artist, or how powerful an old immortal, they must all answer for the principles of this world. A gentleman sits and discusses the Dao; a youth rises and puts it into practice.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.