Anachronism

In the 5000th year of the Han calendar, as an unprecedented heavy snow fell and the New Year's bell rang, the end came and the era was in chaos. Truth? False! Axiom? War! Prosperity? Famine! Knowledge? Die! The fallen wear the glory of the past, causing disaster and usurping the times. The straight path is: The wind tower burns the sky and turns to dust, Swords are forged into graves in the abyss of fire. Ivy crushes thousands of cities and moons, The quiet sea swallows the stars and the sound sinks. The black sun patrols the frontier and frightens the birds, The remaining stele is stained with blood and illuminated by moss marks. The old chapter is still fresh and the new chapter has begun. Who wields the ax mark against the vastness?