[Spiritual Qi Revival] [Cultivation] [Wuxia] [Xianxia] [Ensemble Cast] [High Martial] [Idle Jianghu]
Fulfill every fantasy of urban high martial arts, and write the true history of the age of Spiritual Qi Revival.
From the revival of Wuxia to the rise of Xianxia, from the ascendance of every race to the reshaping of order.
Five hundred years into the Spiritual Qi Revival, the flames of war light up the land.
Once, officials communed with the divine. Today, iron laws vanish like clouds and smoke.
The road through the Jianghu is long, beset by storms; beneath the low eaves of the court, swallows and sparrows take flight.
Who says the Heavenly Dao is always orderly? Behold the fires of war rising among humankind!
A hundred martial arts schools vie for supremacy, their blades and swords like dreams reflected across the Nine Provinces.
The Shaolin bell shakes the mountains, driving demons away; clouds surge over Wudang as immortal cranes roam.
Tang Clan hidden darts startle the wind and rain; the Beggars' Guild's dragon roar stirs the river.
The three teachings debate the mysteries of the Dao; a single word can determine the fate of ten thousand ages!
Demonic miasma and evil barriers blot out the sun and moon; ghosts wail and gods howl, throwing the cosmos into chaos.
Who says evil beings all come from beyond? The depths of the human heart are the underworld!
Hypocrites hide benevolent blades; true Asuras laugh as they recite sutras of compassion.
In a game where good and evil blur and black and white are hard to tell apart, only blood and fire can illuminate a steadfast heart!
The old stele has yet to grow cold, and a new war has begun. The setting sun once more stains Valley of the Villains.
The dynasty's iron cavalry charges through the dust; sects' swords ring out and pierce the heavens.
A youth raises his staff and questions the Heavenly Dao; an old demon strokes a scroll and plays out the fate of the realm.
Five hundred years of debts from the rise and fall of empires all enter today's game of chess!
History books fill only a few pages. When has the Jianghu ever known peace?
Behold the Pure Yang master refine a Ghost Hand, and smile through five hundred years of change!
Wind and thunder rise anew, setting the stars in motion. Who will carry the flame and light the world?
This grand saga of a thousand ages is only just beginning!