Seventeen Years in Prison, Ninety-Nine Divine Weapons to Conquer the High-Martial World

[Red-Hot Martial Arts] [Ensemble Cast] [Geniuses] [Slightly Slow Pace]

Their homeland is in decline. Restoring it is the dream of generations of young people. Unafraid of death, they march forward one after another, writing magnificent epics of revolution!

Humanity survived because I died. Humanity was oppressed for a thousand years because I was dead for a thousand years.

Civilization is a surging river. Great nations and small states are its watershed; arrogant men and ordinary soldiers are its spray. Great events and secret histories are torrents formed from countless droplets on the river's surface.

A more accessible introduction: Heaven has divine eyes, fierce as a dragon. For three hundred years, every twenty years marks a cycle, known as the Day of Breathing. Despair and hope coexist, while beast races, secret arts, ancient texts, and magical treasures arrive from the stars.

Martial artists fall into three categories. The first cultivate their own strength; the second inherit magical treasures. The former depend on talent, the latter on wealth...

You ask about the third kind? Trust me, you don't want to learn about the lunatics who combine machines and magical treasures and forcibly graft them onto their own bodies.

This is Jinhai City, Qingjiang, at the northernmost edge of Southeast Asia.

This city once belonged to Huaxia;

This land was once full of people.