Jian Wangjianghu

The snow in Youzhou can bury a desperado, but it cannot bury a world number one who has lost his memory. A Yuan didn't remember anything, he only knew that he was going to a place called "Capital". He was like an outsider who entered the world by mistake. Looking at the flash of swords, he only felt numbness in his palms. Others thought he was an ant, but they didn't know that he could disperse the clouds and mist with just one breath, and crush the passes with one step. His inner strength was like the sea, and his sword intent was like a sharp edge, but he forgot to draw the sword. From the beacon smoke in the north to the prosperity of the imperial capital, he used his most primitive power to awaken the sleeping world. Along the way, he not only recovered his identity, but also the forgotten and true self.