Three hundred years have passed since the founding of Great Chu.
Within its borders, powerful clans hold sway; beyond them, demonic beasts run rampant.
In the jianghu, oppressed men of ambition rise one after another.
Warriors are born to struggle:
To survive! To grow stronger! To seize power! To fight for everything they can!
Lin Mo of Qingzhou, wielding a Mo Dao,
Rides the tide of strife straight up ninety thousand li!
The jianghu is too far away, the imperial court too lofty.
On the path of martial arts, all he can rely on is one blade!
In Qingzhou City, beside South Street, Lin Mo gripped his Mo Dao and roared:
“With nothing but this Mo Dao in my hand, I’ll cut down every god and Buddha under heaven!”
Good. . .
There is a drawback, everything, in the middle process, he will look a bit delayed
Very nice. Very nice.