Ten years of lantern-lit nights and rain in the jianghu: who remembers the blade stained with blood back then?
On a pitch-black, rainy night, eerie corpse lanterns reappear in the jianghu, tearing out hearts and drawing blood. The corpse lanterns are reignited. Has an old ancestor been reborn, or is it something else...? A storm of blood and slaughter erupts.
Young swordsman Lu Zhao roams the jianghu alone, wielding an iron umbrella and flowing clouds, with flames scorching his heart, copper coins whirling, and ghostly shadows clinging to him. He battles powerful experts of the evil sects and turns the tide.
