May Peace Return to These Lands

Confucian scholars struggle to cultivate righteous qi, martial artists struggle to absorb pure qi, and Daoists struggle to condense the profound needle. Li Si'an transmigrated into a slave, and none of the three paths was open to him. If the great paths of this world would not accept me, then I would forge my own. A lone soul drifts, its past forgotten; trapped in an ordinary body, it cannot grasp the truth. Having mastered countless profound arts, I carry a chivalrous spirit and dare to stand in the way. I take in none of the myriad energies of the mortal world, devouring only demonic power to forge my body. Though this chaotic age is full of dangers, I will still draw my blade against injustice.