The Chinese Sword Soul in Another World

"Who are you?"

As the immense pressure around An Yiyang's body tore him apart and his thoughts gradually blurred, a stern voice seemed to ask him a question from somewhere in his mind.

At that moment, inspiration seemed to strike him. He silently thought to himself:

"I am a descendant of Yan and Huang."

In the final instant before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear a sigh.

"Very well, very well. After waiting for you for thousands of years, I can't let you die just like this." With a sharp chime, the sword in his hand seemed to break. An otherworldly body housed an otherworldly soul, but on this strange continent, he still never forgot the Huaxia spirit branded into his soul. At his side, he would always have only a broken sword. He would cut down injustice in the world and pierce the darkness before the dawn. Witness my journey through another world. I will forge the sword soul of Huaxia.

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