The world knows that my left hand commands the order of yin and yang, while my right governs the cycle of life and death, and that with a single thought I can decide who lives and dies. But they do not know that I am actually a sword cultivator. With one sword, I travel a million miles, shatter the stars, and bring the Great Dao crashing down. I have slain so many gods and Buddhas across the heavens that they know only my surname, Xiao, and my given name, Xuan. None know what I look like, because everyone who has seen me draw my sword is dead.
