Rusty Sword, Young Swordsman, Wanderer of the Mortal Realm

Across the Divine Land, dynasties stand side by side. Demons run rampant, and corpses litter the ground.

Immortals vie for supremacy, and heroes rise in every corner. The world is in turmoil. Who can unite it?

"I only want to live an ordinary life."

That spring, the young Ji Ning stood atop the Divine Land, facing enemies from every direction and an overwhelming tide of foes. He merely rested a hand on his sword hilt and smiled, unremarkable as ever.

"Today, all the heroes under heaven have gathered."

"I wonder, can all of you together withstand a single strike from me?"