Sword God of the Ancient Wilderness

The world is absurd, its ways a laughing matter,

Those who inherit ancient legacies grow proud.

With a sword, I sweep across the eight directions and unite the six realms,

May sacred glory shine upon me.

A young man of no distinction accidentally obtains the legacy of the Ancient Sword God. On an ordinary continent, he cultivates step by step. He has neither grand battle aura nor dazzling magic, relying only on his seemingly insignificant sword intent.