One Sword Opens a Path to Life, and Everything Behind Me Becomes Home

A flood struck Shiwan Road, sealing it off overnight. Eighteen-year-old Chen Li could have left with the crowd, but his sister’s car still hadn’t come back. So he took up a sword that was hardly sharp and walked against the fleeing crowds, heading back into danger. At first, he thought all he had to do was find the others and lead them out. Only later did he understand: The road one person can cross may not be one they can lead everyone else across; being willing to risk your life doesn’t mean you have the right to decide the risks for others. Starting with a leaky shack and a few people with nowhere else to go, the sword in Chen Li’s hand gradually came to serve more than just himself. He seeks neither to be the greatest under heaven nor to rely on an extraordinary bloodline or an invincible stroke of luck from the heavens. He only wants to fight, one sword stroke at a time, to carve out a way to survive for those behind him in this chaotic age. Until one day, those who once fled all the way here can finally stop and say: This is home.