The Imperial Wheel

At the summit of the stars, a hundred thousand sages lie buried on Liangshan, while hundreds of millions of humanity's people were entombed with the dead in Beiliang. Across the vast Northern Wilderness, blood pooled like a sea and corpses piled like mountains. A solitary king, a true god and emperor of the eternal night, fought alone through the ages. Amid a rising blaze of light and splendor, one sword strike felled countless gods and demons. The primordial wilds' myriad demons, bloodthirsty alien races, and ancient totems: that challenge spanning the ages still had to be answered in his own hand. A road left unfinished, an ambition and a passion left unfulfilled: crossing time and reincarnation, in this life, in the age of declining magic and hardship, he would still lay a scheme to last through the ages.