I Transmigrated to a High Martial World, and My True Form Is the Sun

[Ruthless and decisive] [No tragic turns throughout] [Old-school manual crafting] [Having been the sun is no mere figure of speech] [Distinctive characters] [A new world]

Su Chen transmigrates into a High Martial world and becomes the sun.

The night the blood moon rose, human civilization plunged back into darkness.

From that day on, daylight was false, peace was false, and the ordinary lives of common people were nothing but a lie.

But the night was real.

The Otherworld broke through the barrier. The uncanny ran rampant, and mutants slaughtered entire cities.

Humanity's only hope was to awaken a Saint Mark and become a Night Watcher, defending the last patch of human territory beneath the blood-red moon.

In this age, human lives were as insignificant as specks of dust;

In this age, humanity still looked up to the sun.

As the great tower teetered on the brink of collapse, someone saw a boy standing atop a heap of monster corpses.

He looked up at the sky. A sun was there, looking back at him.

He lowered his gaze to his hand. A Saint Mark slowly appeared in his palm, white as day.

"I stand beneath the heavens, invincible in all the world!"