[Eastern high martial arts · cross-domain reincarnation · ensemble cast redemption · fated showdown] On the Xuanyuan Continent, yin and yang are out of balance, foreign calamities linger, and annihilation runs rampant.
In pursuit of his closest friend Liang Changyan, who vanished ten years ago, Ren Yanquan steps into another world. He joins the Huting Bureau as a swordsman, ventures across the Nine Regions, makes close friends, and uncovers the layers of truth behind cross-domain travelers, the annihilated, and an ancient cataclysm.
Unbeknownst to him, endless cycles of reincarnation have already woven a fated dead end.
A stranger lurks behind the scenes, setting a thousand-year plot in motion;
His companions risk their lives to protect him, joining him on a blood-soaked journey.
Until that day
An immense pressure swept across the land, and an apocalyptic shock wave came crashing down.
Ren Yanquan gathered every last wisp of qi within him, formed a hand seal, and unleashed his final sword strike with all the strength he had left.
His black-ink battle blade could no longer bear the strain. It shattered inch by inch, scattering shards of light.
The acrid taste of blood surged in his throat. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he abruptly turned and roared:
“Xiang Yue, run!”
Above the void, the enemy looked down at them, their voice cold as frost:
“The hunt is over.”
They raised a fingertip. The heavens rumbled as a colossal meteorite suddenly took shape and hurtled down with devastating force toward Xiang Yue, frozen in place.
The overwhelming pressure sealed off every direction. Fear seeped into Xiang Yue’s bones and blood, leaving him unable to move.
At the last possible moment, a bloodied figure suddenly flashed in front of him, taking the full force of the falling meteorites.
“Yan!” Xiang Yue’s pupils contracted, his voice trembling. “You can’t block that! Get out of here!”
Ren Yanquan turned his head slightly, his gaze calm and gentle as he said softly:
“But I’m the older brother.”
One glance held more than ten thousand years of days and nights.
He lifted his eyes to the falling meteorite and resolutely invoked his art:
“One last dance: Time... Stop!”
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