Traditional Cultivation? You Can Really Ascend to Heaven in Broad Daylight?

This is the Great Song.

And it isn't the Great Song.

The truth of history

is always buried beneath the dust, elusive and hard to unravel.

No one knows

what happened

in that year, that month, that day.

Liu Lang is just a low-ranking soldier in the Martial Virtue Bureau.

The court calls him a Martial Virtue soldier, or a Martial Virtue Investigator.

People in the court and beyond are accustomed to calling men like him spies.

He surveys the heavens and the earth, serving as the emperor's eyes and ears.

He guards the palace, serving as the emperor's protector.

But when the emperor's brother brandishes a golden axe,

what can a Martial Virtue soldier, a little stronger than most but still as insignificant as an ant,

do?

In a world where history and mythology intertwine, who is it that walks step by step along the tracks left by ancient times, toward the highest seat in the Three Realms?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate anything in this story.