(Warm reminder: If you don't feel like the first few chapters, you can move directly to Chapter 15.)
There were gods who sat in the sky and regarded all living beings as stupid dogs; there were swordsmen who ascended to the sky with their swords and brought a glimmer of clarity to the world.
The long river of time rolls by, scouring all the heroes. There is also the sky beyond the sky, the remains of the old gods, and the competition between the new gods.
In this vast picture of heaven and earth, a seemingly insignificant variable, a speck of dust falling on the edge of the chessboard, has quietly stirred up the established trajectory of destiny because of the two souls of the same body, the intertwining of wisdom and chaos. He is not a pure time traveler, but he is burdened with memory fragments and questions from another world. His road begins in a narrow alley, and his sword is destined to ask questions about his heart and heaven, and more importantly, whether there is a corner of reality beyond the great avenues of heaven and earth.
