There are pirates roaming the oceans wantonly, human empires sprinkled with golden leaves, ancient dragons entrenched on the top of Chuanyun Mountain, and elegant elves wandering in the forest...
This should be a beautiful world.
But when the gospel opened his eyes, he realized that this was an even more desperate world——
Outer gods are watching in the sea of stars, gray mist invades from another world, and black tides run rampant under the abyss!
Those legendary disasters are not stories, but swords hanging over every living being!
It seems difficult to survive here.
[Weak man, if you were given power, what would you fight for?
The Gospel did not answer immediately, but asked curiously:
"Can you see first what kind of power you are going to give me?"
The Swift Wind Swordsman.
"...?"
The gospel slowly raises a question mark.
