The Wuming Journey Begins with the Department of Exploration

On the verge of death, at the border of the empire. The pursuer's sharp blade was already at his throat. When everything was despairing, he couldn't help but recall the past. From the chopping block of the blacksmith's apprentice, to the altar of imperial conspiracy, to the unmarked blade in the shadows. Carrying the gift from another world, Misel held the sacrificial magic blade in his hand and struggled in the whirlpool of despair. Can his "prying" eyes see through the layers of fog? Can the heart of the anvil, which will never wear out, be corroded by the mist dagger and forge a path of salvation for the Nameless One? Or will he eventually become another sharper dagger pointed at this corrupt world in the palm of the devil? Let's look at a little person, carving the seal of judgment belonging to the Unmarked One on the throne paved with blood and lies.