The mountains and seas stretch vast and boundless. A young man stands among them, riding the waves against the gale and holding his ground as demons close in.
He strides across the sky, each step splitting the air, plum-blossom phantoms blooming in his wake. Stars circle him, and a celestial river blazes across the heavens, boundless and magnificent.
Two swords accompany him: one pure white as snow, the other black as night. They rest across his back, their profound sword intent shining like the sun and moon together.
Young man, he swears by his swords and calls the heavens to witness. His voice rings through the nine heavens, shaking the hearts of all who hear it.
“I wield two swords, and life and death are mine to decide. The Sword of Life severs the spark of life; the Sword of Death sends you straight to the Yellow Springs. Dare to make a move, and I will crush every last one of you.”
