This is a world of mysticism and spiritual energy.
Some revere strength above all, temper their spiritual energy, and rule as overlords over their corner of the world.
Others, in this absurd world, prize the word "devotion." Even if they die and their path vanishes, they have no regrets.
Some temper their swordsmanship beneath gloomy skies, all for the sake of the Dao.
Some draw their blades against overwhelming odds, all for the sake of righteousness.
I have a sword technique learned from the Sword Saint, A San.
I have a blade technique learned from Chi Lian of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
I have a blade drawn only for the myriad lights of home beneath the night sky.
I have a blade drawn only for the Great Xia army, whose soldiers wish only to serve their country for as long as they live.
I have a blade drawn only for the Yunlong Sect, whose members endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, their hearts filled with loyalty.
I have a blade drawn only for the nameless monk who pities all living beings.
I have a blade that can shake Kunlun!
