I once raised the rusty sword in my hand because of the extinguished world. It seemed that I had saved myself, but I was still swallowed by despair. It has long since become the dust of the world, forgotten by the darkness. I thought I had reached the end of my life, but what I didn't expect was an invisible white light.
After being swallowed by the dark soul, I never saw a trace of light again. At that moment, I aroused the longing for light sleeping in my heart.
This is a world of martial arts. The law of the jungle still preys on the strong, but it is already a peaceful world for me. I plan to live a peaceful old age in confusion, but this fantasy still makes people look up to me now that I am dependent on power. It is just another way to tell myself that my mission is not over yet...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
