Starting from Nanyang and Pushing Across the Heavens

The end of martial arts and magic, the turbulent times of the dynasty and Nanyang. On the pier in Nanyang, the drowned woman smiled under the water. Luck fades, dynasties collapse, and mysteries emerge from the cracks. In the snowy fields in the north, the Anjin warrior shattered the monument with one punch, and the Huajin master left no trace in the snow. On the other side of the star sea, cyborgs pray under the neon light, and psykers tear the void apart with their will. I am Jiang Ye. The abandoned son of the Jiang clan. A touch of gold, anchor lock. All realms are like the sea, and I push myself across them.