I Split That Light

Thousands of years ago, he held up his sword and reined in his horse, guarding only one man and preventing ten thousand men from opening the door. Thousands of years later, he woke up from the garbage dump with nothing. The martial sage Guan Mou, whose body is immortal and his soul is immortal, has a residual consciousness that fell into this life. His strength was exhausted, his sword was gone, his horse was gone, and even the name that dominated the world was gone. There is only a weak fire left in the chest, like a candle in the wind, it can be extinguished at any time. There is no need for knives in this era. What is needed is money, power, law, and a bowl of water that can level the balance. The lights in Huaqiangbei are brighter than the sky, and Boss Qian's network is bigger than the mountains. What can a martial saint do in a world of steel and concrete? ——Standing. Not with a knife, not with a fist. It's the strength that grows from the cracks in the bones; all your principles in the world tell me that I should accept my fate, but I still stand. I was standing a thousand years ago, and I will be standing a thousand years later. There is no shortage of benders in this land, but there is a shortage of people who refuse to bend. Someone once split a ray of light.