I never wished for a bloody battle. The mortal world flows like wine, and I have lost track of the years. Swords and blades bring endless sorrow; where in this martial world is there a road home?
My sword points across thirty thousand miles of rivers and mountains, its cold edge claiming a thousand souls. Even gods and immortals steer clear, as the heavens themselves fall into chaos.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
