In this troubled world where mortals are like grass and grass, Qin Ye climbed up from the blood and mud with only a rusty knife in his hand, but an unquenchable fire burning in his heart.
He walked past the broken bones of the giant god, stepped into the altar buried by the years, and on the broken murals and silent ancient battlefields, he pursued the names forgotten by heaven and earth——
Why did the fire lit by Suiren suddenly go out at its peak?
Why did Xuanyuan Huangdi's sword break in the silent darkness?
Who was Chi You's unyielding fighting spirit and the relatives of Xing Tian Kuang Wu buried in the gap of time?
The ancient ancestors are not legends, but a grand and cruel truth. The gods fell and the human race had their memories wiped away. Every time Qin Ye took a step closer, he could hear the screams and calls coming from the depths of his blood.
When he finally stood at the source of chaos, facing the shadow that shrouded the eternity——
What is being held tightly is no longer the knife, but the unbroken backbone of the entire human race.
"My ancestors used flint to make fire, and my ancestors waved their swords to ask the sky... Today, I, Qin Ye, will cut the blade for this forgotten era."
