When the blood moon pierced the night sky of Yunmengze, a dragon's roar sounded from the depths of the cold pool, awakening the fate of the world that had been sleeping for twenty years. I am Lu Jinghong. When I was three years old, the Tianji Gate was bloodbathed, and I was hidden in a coffin and escaped. Nowadays, I prick acupuncture points with silver needles day after day in the forbidden area of Yaowang Valley to suppress the surging Qi in my body, as if every silver needle is nailed with an unsolved puzzle.
When I first entered the world, I was just a young man carrying a dragon sword on my back, but I was involved in the center of the storm because of half of "Tianji Scroll". The righteous path of Juxian Manor, the shadows of the Black Lotus Sect, and the six gates are surrounded by spies... Everyone who comes close to me seems to be gently moved by the palm of fate, heading towards an irreversible chess game. When I stood on the stage where the martial arts competition was taking place, the Qingluan Sword and the Wandering Dragon Sword resonated for a moment, as if the world was holding its breath.
But the truth is never easy. Some people died for me, some betrayed me, and some even turned into abandoned pieces on the chessboard before my eyes. The price is the name I buried with my own hands in front of the Thousand Buddhas Cave; the price is the old wounds in my heart that cannot be healed.
If the world is a nightmare of reincarnation, when the truth is as sharp as a blade, how should humans choose?
