Swordsman of the Age of Magic

When magic becomes the only truth in this era, swords become antiques that no one cares about. In the tenth year when Lin Yuan traveled to the continent of Iselan, magic trains pierced the sky, magic crystals replaced candles, and the greatest mages were debating the origin of the world in the Floating Academy - and he was just a "waste" in a border town who couldn't even light up the first-order magic pattern. Until that night, the black dragon's shadow covered the town, and the entire magician knights turned into powder within three breaths. Lin Yuan tightened his grip on the rusty old sword at his waist, which his father called "heirloom trash". The moment the sword was unsheathed, he heard the whisper that had been sleeping for thousands of years—— "My name is God Killer." This is an era of dazzling magic, but also an era of declining swordsmanship. And he wants to make all those who look up to the sky look down at the land beneath their feet again.