[Blurb One]
Li Changning's earliest memory is of a muddy field piled with corpses.
The setting sun was blood-red, banners snapped in the wind, and crows waiting for Li Changning to breathe his last circled overhead, cawing harshly.
He lay atop a towering mound of bodies. The corpses nearest him were cold and soft, their blood slick and not yet clotted. As he felt his way downward, they gradually became cold and stiff.
There were so many of them.
Men and women, old and young, rich and poor... all stared up at the sky with dry, gray eyes wide open in fury.
This was a time of chaos.
The most terrible time of chaos.
A time of chaos when everyone, man or woman, young or old, was treated like a disposable cur.
A young man with no memory emerged from a mass grave piled with the dead, carrying a black-steel spear. He would seek a way for all the people under heaven to survive.
[Blurb Two]
Li Changning knows the finest spear technique in the world.
Born into a time of chaos, with all the lands laid waste and the people lost wherever he looked,
The powerful sat high above, while the poor bled themselves dry.
In the bitter wind, commoners whose tears had run dry asked where Heaven had gone.
In the high towers, impoverished scholars burned themselves alive and cried out, asking what wrong the people had done.
The souls of those who died unjustly drifted in the wind, flowed in the rivers, and burned in the flames.
They spoke to Li Changning.
Countless voices gathered into one...
"A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, beautiful as brocade. But where, in all the world, is the heart of our land?"
Li Changning simply tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
With these hands, he would demand justice for this world.
Theme: Building a beautiful home
