From the Start, I Used Swordsmanship to Seek the Way in Chang'an

After transmigrating into Ever Night, my sword strikes not at the gods, but at the truth.

When Lin Zhao woke, he had become a down-on-his-luck apprentice in Chang'an, making a living by copying paintings.

This world had an Academy, a Master, Haotian, and a ruthless man named Ning Que who was about to enter the city with his young maid.

But Lin Zhao discovered that the world he saw was unlike anything anyone else could see.

Wood had grain, stone had principles, wind had paths, and people... had "lines."

A fragment of an anonymous sword manual let him touch the world's "texture." From then on, he walked a completely different path.

On a rainy night at the Spring Breeze Pavilion, his exquisitely precise swordsmanship blocked a fatal strike aimed at the second brother in blue robes.

In the old library, he "parsed" the texture of the classics, and his method of reading drew sidelong glances from the teachers.

On the barren wasteland, his sword clashed for the first time with the Sword Addict's sword and the Book Addict's talismans. He said, "There seems to be a loose thread in your Way."

Before Green Gorge, facing the surging river of sword intent unleashed by the Sword Saint Liu Bai, he calmly raised his sword. "Your sword is powerful, but it has a crack."

Ning Que's fight is against Haotian, who blankets the world.

Lin Zhao's task is to use the sword in his hand to understand the world's "principles," and then protect it.

When the whole world marched against Tang, the Master ascended to heaven, and Ning Que raised his blade toward the sky...

Lin Zhao's sword pointed at the most fundamental "threads of rule" that enveloped all things.

"My sword heart can comprehend all principles."

"If the principles of this world are flawed, then with the sword in my hand, I'll demand an explanation for the human world."