Desolate Heaven Emperor

Beneath the moonlight, a slender figure fled frantically. His gaze was resolute and sharp, without the slightest hint of panic. A smear of blood stained his handsome face, but it was still clear that he was only fourteen or fifteen. His fine clothes were in tatters, and a closer look revealed them covered in cuts from blades and swords. He had clearly just survived a fierce battle. When he reached a fork in the road, he stopped and thought for a moment, then tore a strip from his ragged clothes and hung it on a branch beside one of the paths. Without another moment’s hesitation, he sprinted down the other road...

A young man sets out on a treacherous, unpredictable path to uncover the mystery of his origins.