Lin Yu, young master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, was born in a place where swords are forged. Countless famous swords in the world of martial arts flowed from here.
Disaster began at home. Martial artists joined forces to attack the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and in a single night, it vanished from the world.
Lin Yu’s father knocked him unconscious and hid him in the pavilion’s sword vault. This was where every famous sword the Heavenly Sword Pavilion had collected over thousands of years was stored. Not one of the famous swords sent out into the martial world was worthy of a place here. The Sword Vault had more than a thousand sword stands, yet only five swords were kept inside.
When Lin Yu awoke and saw the Heavenly Sword Pavilion in ruins, with none of the swords it had forged left behind, how could he fail to understand that these people had come for the pavilion’s swords?
I, Lin Yu, swear this: I will recover every sword belonging to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. Anyone who bears one of our swords, whether or not they had anything to do with what happened today, will be killed by my hand, to avenge those who died at the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
There were far more than one or two people in the world carrying swords from the pavilion. By the time Lin Yu had recovered every sword the Heavenly Sword Pavilion had sent out into the martial world, he was already in his twilight years. He passed away in the Sword Vault.
Who could have imagined that when he awoke again, he would be an infant in a world of cultivation? More absurd still, he had not the slightest aptitude for cultivation.
Who says the only path in a world of cultivation is cultivation? I have a sword that can split mountains, sever rivers, cleave the heavens, and bring down the stars.
Very beautiful, innovative, but lacking