My Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Artifact

Stars fall into the long river, and rosy clouds seal off Xijing.

A down-and-out wanderer and a white-clad scholar, neither is an ordinary man.

They walk with the Eight Trigrams beneath their feet and sleep clad in silkworm armor, each vying to be the greatest under heaven.

If you ask whether there are still heroes in this world,

ask the sharp sword in your hand.