The Cold Shadow Sword and the Ice God Art

The once-peaceful martial world is once again swept into bloody turmoil by a mysterious painting, drawing dozens of sects into the fray...

Bones pile high as bleak winds howl; blood rains down, and mountain spirits sway.

Life is short, just a few decades. For whom do we toil, and for whom do we roam?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.