In the final years of the Dayin Dynasty, the Nine Provinces fell into ruin.
The great families at court schemed against one another, warlords carved up the land with iron cavalry, and the powerful clans of Jiangnan ruled their own territories. A raging blaze of chaos swept across the land.
Everyone said that the rise and fall of a troubled age was all ordained by fate.
But no one knew that centuries of warfare and the joys and sorrows of countless lives were merely pieces in a game played by the Celestial Court in the heavens, harvesting the world’s fortune.
When Gu Qingzhou first entered the mortal world, he was cold-hearted and watched the tides of fortune with detached eyes.
He saw the deceit and scheming at court, the tragic end of Xiliang’s meritorious heroes, the hypocrisy of Jiangnan’s powerful clans, and the common people struggling like ants to survive amid the chaos.
He had been nothing more than an outsider watching from the sidelines, unmoved by the collapse of a golden age and indifferent to the suffering of the masses.
Until flames of war consumed villages, corpses littered the roads, and children wept blood. At last, the suffering of the mortal world shattered his frozen heart.
So Heaven’s supposed lack of compassion was nothing but the immortals serving their own interests. The so-called fate of a troubled age was all manipulated by the immortals.
The gods and immortals sat high above the clouds, regarding mortals as livestock and the human world as a farm.
Then he would be the one to wield a blade for the mortal world.
He would sever the path between immortals and mortals, shatter Heaven’s game, and cut down the gods’ delusions!
He sought neither ascension to immortality nor dominion over the world.
He wished only to bear the weight of Heaven with a mortal body, protect the Nine Provinces with a single blade, and preserve the everyday warmth of countless homes, year after year in peace.
In this troubled world, all are pieces on the board. I wield one blade to decide the fate of mankind.
