In the final years of the Qing dynasty, the nation was in turmoil. A country boy from Hunan only wanted to master peerless martial arts and roam the jianghu freely, but the tide of history swept him along, drawing him step by step into the heart of a grand revolution.
His name was Du Xinwu, a once-in-a-century prodigy of the Ziran School, destined to become the “Great Hero of the North and South.”
When he faces the Qing court’s ruthless enforcers and their dragon claws, the Japanese warriors and their killing swords, and the Western powers and their firearms, can the legs that can kick through stone steles carve a path to survival for four hundred million compatriots?
His close friend Song Jiaoren lies in a pool of blood and asks through his tears, “Xinwu, if martial arts could reach the divine, could they bring prosperity to our nation?”
His confidante Su Qingying leans by the window and sighs softly. “You pursue the Way of Nature, seeking to break free of every restraint. But this world is the greatest restraint of all.”
Du Xinwu clenches both fists, his bones and sinews resounding. He once believed the ultimate goal of martial arts was to “be impervious even before the divine,” living alone in a temple, free beneath heaven. Only when he saw the fallen state of China did he finally understand.
“No. The ultimate goal of martial arts is to subdue mountains and rivers with your fists, to fight for the fate of your country, to… see that the nation does not perish!”
This is the story of a martial artist who, in an ordinary mortal body, defies fate and tries to “rewrite the destiny” of this land against the will of heaven.