One hundred thousand years ago, I, Emperor Ming, walked into the wonders of the world with one man, one sword and one fan, and fought against all the strange beasts in the world. I was a master hermit and rarely lost.
However, he has been unrestrained and free-spirited throughout his life, not constrained by the secular world. He only follows his original intention, protects justice in the world, and founded the Guangming Sect, which acts for justice, but he is not accepted by the decent people in the world.
In the battle to destroy the emperor, I was still one person, one sword and one fan, monopolizing the decent ten thousand people, which is ridiculous to say. In the end, I was sealed by the bloodthirsty formation I created by the traitor who used ten thousand people as sacrifices.
This year, the formation suddenly weakened. A trace of my spiritual power escaped and actually entered the body of a newborn child. Can he save me?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
