In the 31,416th year of the Cangyuan calendar, the Emperor fell, and a demon star appeared.
Chu Yuan, Prince of the North, found an infant among the corpses on the northern frontier and brought him home, naming him Chu Mo.
The child was born without a qi sea, and his meridians were later completely severed. His path to cultivation was cut off.
The entire royal household spared no expense to keep him safe and healthy, all in silence.
They had all gone north, to the place called the Boundary Wall, which divided life from death.
When Grandfather left, he silently patted my shoulder. When Chu Yun left, she looked back and smiled. When Chu Yue left, her hot tears burned my hand.
In the vast princely estate, only I remained, with my ruined meridians.
Ten thousand arts cannot be contained in a single scripture; defy the mountains and seas, and break through the clouds.
After ten years of bitter cultivation, ascend to sainthood; after seven turns of the seasons, step into the void.
Fluorescent light sweeps across the northern lands; millions of brilliant streaks cross the firmament.
The breeze invites the moon, and the moon lingers; the lonely moon reflects a shadow, alone.
A bamboo blade, its cold edge reflecting the vast wilderness: dare you face me for three moves?
I once read ten thousand volumes and understood heaven and earth; now I command one domain and guard ten thousand frontiers.
On the day the youth headed north with his blade, he would travel to the ends of the earth to find his old friends.
Years passed, with no road home; one blade barred the pass and guarded the Boundary Wall.
In this life, I, Chu Mo,
Will defy fate with a ruined body and ask the immortals for answers with my lone blade.
