The Blood Linglong has appeared in the martial world once more, unleashing a storm of bloodshed. The Guanyin Stone has revealed the key, and the desert is filled with flashing blades. In the ancient frontier fortress, amid blood and yellow sands, generations of grudges and farewells between life and death are nothing more than the joy of meeting and sorrow of parting in the cycle of fate. A thousand years of shifting sands, a hundred years of solitude, bloody conquest in pursuit of empire: the realm remains as it was, and all that is left is the empty journey through this mortal world.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
There are still such pure martial arts in this era. I'll leave some mark on you. Come on.
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