The last Yaxilan.
What makes someone strong?
He is the greatest under heaven, yet says there is no greatest warrior and no highest level of martial arts.
But an old saying goes: One general can match three sect masters; three true masters can defeat four generals; one marshal can trap four true masters; one immortal can slay three armies.
He wants to broker peace, but the God of War says, "Yaxilan, a little Martial Immortal like you doesn't get to decide!"
At the crossroads of an era, some refuse to become gods, some are forced to become gods, and some have no choice but to become gods.
His father: My son's talent for martial arts is unmatched in all the world. Him: I'm already a cripple.
After completing his training, he ventures into the world, only to find himself hunted by all under heaven. He flees south and hides in the north, with nowhere left to turn, until he is forced to set himself up as king.
He once suffered defeat after defeat, then went on to win and win again, yet ended up with nothing. Then the madwoman who had chased after him for her entire youth handed him a drink: "I have fine wine, General. Drink, and let your worries fade."
The last Yaxilan. The world teeters on the brink. Who is the ultimate player behind the pieces? The truth may soon be revealed.
But the one who has hidden deepest says: "The fate of the world is mine to control."
