Blood flows like the wind, breath rises like a song. Life is lived boldly, for the sake of those who understand us. I raise my blade to the heavens and laugh, traveling a road of flashing steel and deep affection. Blood-red clouds weave across the blue sky; I fight through heaven and earth, erasing a hundred old grudges. A different kind of splendor unfolds: how can mortals ultimately toy with the gods in the palm of their hands? Even the lowliest life can rise. Nothing good simply falls into your lap. This is a slow-burn story, so please be patient as you read. Thank you. Chang Kong Xingyu was the tenth prince of the Great Yu Kingdom on the Gale Continent. By a twist of fate, he became a lone star cursed by the Heavenly Dao of the Gale Continent, ill-fated and abandoned. Is he a demon, a man, or a god? He has blood and compassion, coldness and tenderness... Heroes emerge from every corner of the Divine Land. Those who aid me, hinder me, or call me brother: I will never betray them, even if heaven falls. Those who are my enemies: no matter how far away they are, I will hunt them down.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
