Yan Jinghan, heir to the Kunlun Sect’s Yuheng Sword, has guarded the Wuwang Lock for eighteen years. In the eyes of the immortal sects, he is the very model of a disciplined, aloof sword cultivator.
That is, until Shen Du bursts in, his black robes stained with blood and half of the lock in his hand. With a mocking smile, he tells Yan Jinghan, “You’ve guarded a broken piece of jade and turned yourself into Kunlun’s puppet.”
This is the Dust-Crossing Wanderer, feared by everyone in the cultivation world. He dares to tear down the immortal sects’ altars and can break ancient fiendish formations, yet he insists on dragging Yan Jinghan, the “paragon of the righteous path,” into defying fate with him.
“The Wuwang Lock and the Soul-Ember Jade have bound our fates together long ago.” Shen Du’s fingertips brush over Yan Jinghan’s sword scabbard, his tone both arrogant and tender.
When the immortal sects surround them, Yan Jinghan breaks his sword and stands in front of Shen Du to protect him. “I trust him more than I trust the righteous path.”
Shen Du raises a hand to bear the tribulation lightning for him. His black robes are bloodied, yet his smile remains brazen. “Who dares lay a hand on what’s mine?”
Thus begins a fated bond spanning good and evil. Beneath Kunlun’s snow, the cold sword and the wanderer of the mortal world will live and journey through it all together.
Shen Du is the gong; Yan Jinghan is the shou!
