Cicadas Crying at Midnight

Synopsis: [Classic xianxia + one heroine + no System + no transmigration + swordsmanship + Eastern fantasy]

At the heart of the world, a storyteller sits beneath a bridge, writing books. He has spent half his life writing, yet still cannot capture all the free-spirited joy of life.

In the southern Miao territories, a woman serves as the nation's Grand Preceptor, living in the lofty halls of government. She has spent half her life in office, yet still cannot fathom the petty scheming of the court.

On the cliffs by the Eastern Sea, a young swordsman vows to travel every mountain and river in the land of Shenzhou, yet he remains stuck in his ways, unable to throw a punch.

In the western caves stands a temple of yellow sand, surrounded by countless Buddhas. Its incense burns bright, yet sincere prayers go unanswered.

In the northern wilderness stretches a ten-thousand-mile Great Wall, impassable to the demon clans and too high for birds to fly over. It has stood for ten thousand years, yet cannot withstand the ways of the world or the hearts of men.

A boy from the bottom of a well, lonely and alone since childhood.

One day, he witnesses with his own eyes a peerless sword, with power to kill beyond the heavens, falling into the mortal world.

The boy wants to see it for himself.

To see the splendid mountains and rivers of colorful Shenzhou, the turning pages of the noble scholars' study, the White Jade Tower where the Dao endures, and the kingdom resting in the palm of a hand where ten thousand Buddhas pay homage.

To see the swordsman's jianghu, with its rainy nights, and the invincible warriors on the battlefield...

One day, the boy will draw the sword from beyond the heavens, and it will ring like a summer cicada...