You Promised Steam-Powered Martial Arts, So Why Do You Have an Internal Combustion Engine in Your Chest?

Steam-powered behemoths can split mountains and clear roads, and withstand blows weighing thousands upon thousands of jin, but they cannot bear the weight of a heart full of passion. From a blood-soaked laborer on a rainy night in Shencheng to a walking calamity who sweeps all before him, Baili Jing carves a path of blood through his era with the internal combustion engine in his chest. He has fought the good and evil in people's hearts and dismantled mechanical gods. In the martial world, swept along by the tide, he may still have a boy's heart, but there is so much beyond his control. When the storms over the city have passed and the engines have fallen silent, all he wants is to take off his bloodstained clothes and enjoy a peaceful bite of beef tripe at the hotpot restaurant at the end of the long street. “I want none of this ironclad realm or ascension by steam. All I want is my own little corner of the human world.”