[No System + Smart Protagonist]
Calamities rise and fall, one cast takes the stage as another leaves, and looking back, all that remains is joy and sorrow, partings and reunions.
Seeking the Dao and eternal life, one cannot abandon love or cast it aside; guilt lingers in the heart, yet one insists there is none.
All living beings are pieces on a board. The mind moves the pieces, while the body remains in the game. The cicada knows nothing of the seasons, and the sparrow enters the cage.
Xu Qing wears a mech and wields a blade, ascending step by step to ask the lofty immortals:
“Is this sword sharp?”
What sparks will fly when mechs from a sci-fi future collide with cultivation from classic xianxia?
