“The world is in chaos, yes, but more accurately, it’s sick!”
Then came an era of turmoil: the powerful were incompetent and corrupt, famine victims lay dead for miles, and natural disasters and plagues of insects struck one after another. With no ties to hold him back, Chuan He was also swept into the muddy currents of the age, witnessing one parting between life and death after another.
Heeding divine revelations, he drifted through life. As the inheritor of a bloodline, he had no choice but to take up his sword once more, wander the mortal world, and search for the cure this age desperately needed.
