My Heart Is Unsettled, So Hear the Sword Sing

Three years ago, humans and demons plunged the world into chaos.

Blood was refined to nourish resentment, while spirits were devoured and souls consumed.

The genius sword cultivator Qilin Sword, peerless among his generation, wielded an ancient sword and sacrificed his cultivation to slay the Demon Chief. In return, he got nothing but endless scheming and petty intrigue.

They didn’t care about the havoc wreaked by humans and demons. All they cared about was that sword.

So the disillusioned genius abandoned the ancient sword and faked his death to escape.

Three years later, the demonic disaster returned. But the only person who discovered it was an ordinary sword cultivator, so he died.

Afterward, his sole surviving young disciple found the young swordsman, who had already lost faith in the world, and asked him to come out of seclusion.

And so, on that day, a half-crippled swordsman with prematurely white hair led an innocent young girl down the mountain.

Only when they reached the walls of that city did the swordsman, who had once cultivated the Sword of Peace, finally feel his Dao heart crumble into mud.

His path was wrong. It wasn’t he who was wrong, but this world.

So he gave up on his original plan and directed the first sword he wielded toward the entire world.

My heart is not at peace, so let all of you hear the sword sing.