In a glorious age of prosperity, Chang’an glowed with lanterns for miles, and envoys from every nation came to pay tribute. Yet beneath the splendor of the realm, sinister currents stirred in secret.
Haunted shadows lurked in old houses along the streets, and deadly creatures lay in wait in barren mountains and deserts. Countless forgotten ruins of ancient realms were scattered across the land.
He Jun was fiercely brave, with a keen blade in hand, and traveled across countless mountains and rivers.
When monstrous horrors appeared, he fought with his blade. When faced with a tangled mystery, he followed every thread to unravel it.
Treacherous secret realms, eerie beasts, and factions each harboring their own schemes stood in his way one after another.
His blade cut through the boundless mist as his solitary figure crossed the world’s most perilous reaches.
With the blade in his hand, he would sweep every unnatural horror from the world.
