When the blood moon split the night sky above Yunmeng Marsh, a dragon's cry rose from the depths of a frigid pool, awakening a martial world's destiny that had lain dormant for twenty years. I am Lu Jinghong. When I was three, the Tianji Sect was massacred, and someone hid me in a coffin to help me escape. Now, day after day in the forbidden grounds of Medicine King Valley, I use silver needles to prick my acupoints and suppress the true qi surging inside me like a tide. It is as if every needle pins down a piece of an unsolved mystery.
When I first entered the martial world, I was nothing more than a boy carrying the Youlong Sword. Yet half of the Tianji Scroll drew me into the heart of a storm. The righteous heroes of Juxian Manor, the sinister Black Lotus Sect, secret agents from the Six Gates... Everyone who comes near me seems to be nudged by fate's hand toward an irreversible game of chess. The moment the Qingluan Sword and Youlong Sword resonated as I stood on the platform for a martial arts marriage contest, it seemed even heaven and earth held their breath.
But the truth is never without its price. Some died for me, some betrayed me because of me, and others became expendable pawns before my eyes. The price was the name I buried with my own hands before the Thousand Buddha Grottoes. The price was the old wounds across my chest that would never heal.
If the martial world is a nightmare of endless reincarnation, and the truth cuts like a blade, how should humanity choose?
