Forging the Mortal Blade

Heaven and Earth are in chaos, and desolation descends. The Upper Realm is a web of shifting forces, while undercurrents surge in the Lower Realm, leaving it in turmoil. In this troubled age, a bright star rises, casting a faint glimmer across the desolate sky.

At that moment, a young man clad in black armor stands atop a cliff. His blood-red cape snaps in the howling wind. He gazes proudly up at the heavens, slowly raises his right hand gripping a blade, and the faintest smile curls his lips.

His icy voice echoes between Heaven and Earth: "Heaven and Earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs, and human lives as blades of grass. I have spent decades among mortals, witnessing their suffering. Now I shall deliver all living beings from it."

"I shall restore justice to the world and establish the righteous path among mankind."

One slash cleaves straight through the sky…