Ye Wuzun

In the third year of Jinghe's reign in the Qin Dynasty, the Dalong River burst its embankments, and all the people along the river were wiped out. In the sixth year of Jinghe, a great demon was born, and the people in the six cities were reduced to withered bones. In the early years of Yongtai, there was a famine in the north and the people were displaced. There are rebels from the princes inside, and there are barbarians outside who are watching. Rebels, gangs, devils, bandits... And evil spirits. There are constant natural disasters and man-made disasters. Mo Liangxing possesses a pair of red eyes, deducing martial arts, swimming upstream in this troubled world, and walking in the dark night. A man stands between heaven and earth, not seeking gods or immortals. After drinking a thousand cups, the knife is in my hand. I drink the spring and autumn with laughter and sleep on the corpse. I, Mo Liangxing, have a knife in my hand, and I will definitely cut through this troubled world.