An unremarkable deck of cards dragged Lu Jiu out of his dazed, shut-in life and thrust him into the merciless tide of the supernatural.
The world changed, spiritual qi revival began, and ancient gods awakened from their sleep of countless millennia. Despair spread across the world like ink.
Could there truly still be a glimmer of hope in a world like this?
Lu Jiu’s long blade was stained with blood, his clothes in tatters. He looked at his companions beside him, battered and bruised yet still refusing to retreat a single step. A blazing, almost fanatical light surged in his eyes. His voice was soft but fierce as he spoke, one word at a time: “Hey, let’s cut them all to pieces together!”
