Ten years honing a sword, its frosty edge never yet tested.
Today I raise it to show you: who has a grievance?
In a blue robe with white hair, I offer wine to the sword; with rosy sleeves and a slender waist, I roam in my youth.
Beiju Luzhou, a place of sword cultivators singled out by the world, saw even its Sword Stele of Honor severed by a mighty cultivator who had opened the Gates of Heaven with his sword. He left behind a humiliating message: Beiju Luzhou is unworthy of practicing the sword.
On this day, a young man in a blue robe walked along the ancient road, a sword on his back, and left Beiju Luzhou.
He would challenge the sword-cultivation holy land of that continent, where the Gates of Heaven had been opened by a sword.
He would tell the world that Beiju Luzhou was the foremost land of swordsmanship.
With one sword, I sweep away an empire's ambitions; for ten thousand generations, none can rival my fame.
