Three hundred years ago, monsters descended, and the world was ravaged.
Three hundred years later, superpowered beings run rampant across the land, while mech pilots soar through the skies.
The world is still the same.
The arrogant remain arrogant, and the mediocre remain mediocre.
Those at the bottom chase endless phantoms, while those at the top treat them like toys in the palm of their hands.
So Lu Mo often wonders: does nothing have to change?
The weapon in his hand gives him the answer.
His blade is fast, but it can be faster!
Fast enough to cut through flames and thunder!
His arrows are fast too, but they can be faster!
Fast enough to pierce steel mechs!
When his long blade cleaves the heavens and splits the earth, when his arrows chase the sun and moon,
when the arrogant lose their composure and the rampaging are all laid to rest,
Lu Mo looks up. The sky is clear and bright, and at last, nothing remains.
