A hundred years ago, a violent storm destroyed the homeland of the human race. In order to survive, the human race had to cross the steep Qingwu Mountains and move to the depths of the desert surrounded by dangers. On Qingwu Mountain, Yan Zhi, a disciple without any spiritual power, was driven down the mountain by his master after a vision. From then on, he began his long journey, gradually shouldering a heavy mission on the edge of life and death... And on the southernmost sea of Canglan Continent, the former enemies were gathering a terrible storm, preparing to make a comeback...
Many, many years ago, he knelt on one knee in front of her, covered in blood, with his head lowered in exhaustion.
She was upright, Shangquan's silvery sword blade pressed against his shoulder, and her silver-white shirt rustled in the wind.
Intention: Only faith can last forever.