A thousand years ago, the Sky-Splitting Calamity left the Heavenly Way incomplete, and the tides of spiritual energy receded. The orthodox traditions that the cultivation world had struggled to preserve collapsed in an instant. Ancient viruses, once held back by spiritual energy, and abyssal demonic aura erupted everywhere. The infected became walking corpses, animals mutated into bloodthirsty beasts, and human civilization retreated to the caves.
As the tides of spiritual energy receded and the order of the Heavenly Way collapsed, the world became an apocalypse overrun by zombies and evil spirits. A crippled man cast aside by his sect takes half a broken sword left over from his blacksmithing and carves a unique sword path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood: its edge is forged from the everyday warmth of human life, its blade from the will of all living beings.
In the darkest apocalypse, there is the courage to face death with a smile, the resolve to protect a glimmer of light, and those moments of human warmth that endure even in the direst of circumstances.
