The Broken Sword Sings by the Qing River

The Broken Sword Rings on the Qingjiang

That night, a blood moon swallowed the river. Carrying the sobbing Mingche on my back, I plunged into the icy current, my father’s bloodstained broken sword burning against my chest. The world believes the Gu family’s ingenious mechanisms have vanished from the martial world, but no one knows that the hilt’s Lantian jade bears the blueprint of a god-slaying armament. Its price is the blood of one’s closest kin. When the pursuers’ soul-locking chains shattered the last of Peach Blossom Ferry, I cut my palm as I gazed at my reflection in the river’s heart. If sacrificing my life can wipe out every demon under heaven, why not let this Azure Carp River carry me once more along the Asura’s path?