After ten years in the abyss, I didn't recognize him when I returned.
Gu Lingxiao, the Martial Emperor of the Nine Realms of the human race, fought bloody battles in the endless abyss for ten years, and silenced all the demons with one spear. When he dragged his blood-stained armor back to the small courtyard in his memory, he was faced with the vigilant eyes of his son Gu Baiyun and the timid "Who are you?" From his daughter.
The tears of his wife Lin Xue cannot wash away the ten years of estrangement.
On campus, the son is being gossiped about because of his "father's absence."
And the shadow of the abyss is never really far away.
This time, Emperor Wu didn't want to just be a hero.
He hid the cultivation of burning mountains and boiling seas, and started from the most basic stance to teach his son how to "make the body understand the language of power."
Under the sycamore trees in the early morning, in the corner of the stands at the campus martial arts conference, in the No. 1 Martial arts school shrouded in clouds and fog—
Gu Lingxiao used the most silent way to relearn how to be a father.
But he forgot to tell his son:
When Gu Boyun swung the "Po Gang Fist" for the first time, the entire martial arts world was asking -
Who is standing behind this young man?
When the cracks in the abyss tore the sky apart again, Gu Baiyun stood in front of thousands of troops with his sword drawn, and finally understood:
What his father never taught him was how to be a hero.
But when the hero turns to leave, who should take the bloody knife?
