Blade God of the Mortal World: I Awaken the Legacy of the Lord of War by Mining

On the night the earth veins collapsed, Lin Hai, a slave laborer in the Blackwater mines, gripped half a poisoned iron pickaxe and broke through a thousand-year-old demon-sealing formation. What crawled out of the bronze coffin was not only the lingering soul of Li Luofeng, the Lord of War, but also the Candle Yin baleful energy suppressed by the Saintess of Miaojiang. When the sinew cord wrapped around the hilt of the Mo Shang blade coiled around the boy’s right arm, the Nine Li blood curse scorched dragon-scale patterns across his back. This was the mark of a vicious weapon choosing its master, and a prophecy of calamity sent down by Heaven’s Dao. Mechanized beasts belonging to the desert bandits of the northern frontier crushed their way through border towns. Living corpses, their gears meshing, crawled out of the ruins of Tiangong City. Yet the man in the blood-jade blade guard, who was always sharpening his blade by moonlight, said, “The sharpest blade in the world should cut down not heads, but the greed, delusion, anger, and folly that rise amid the smoke and flames of a chaotic age.”