The World, Too, Holds a Righteous Spirit

The rise and fall of nations, a world adrift in storm and uncertainty. Let us tell the mountain spirits of the grand ambitions that have shaped the world for thousands of years.

The martial world is in turmoil. A new generation of heroes rises as a generation of power brokers falls.

One man watches the tide and comprehends the sword, ascending to the ranks of the immortals in a single step.

One man, clad in white as pure as snow, leaves a trail of corpses in his wake.

One man rides a great horse into the martial world, sword in hand.

One man bears a notorious name and stands atop a mountain with a spear in hand.

One man spends his whole life holding fast to a single city for the sake of one person.

One man raises his blade to the heavens and asks, “Where is my home?”

How much love and hatred have they witnessed? How many beloved confidantes have they missed? How many farewells have they seen, parted by life and death? How many mountains of corpses and seas of blood have they crossed?

In this vast martial world, countless wandering heroes tell the strange and wondrous tales of a world of noble spirit.