In a remote mountain village called Yuanshi, surrounded by mist and ancient woods, a boy named Li Jian was born under a blood-red moon. Weak and sickly, abandoned by his clan, and orphaned before he could speak—he grew up eating scraps, mocked as cursed. Yet no one knew that deep within his soul, something ancient and terrifying slumbered.
On the eve of his 14th birthday, as he stood at the edge of the Spirit Forest, he felt a strange pull toward a cracked monument buried in vines. When his blood accidentally dripped onto its surface, the monument pulsed with blinding light.
A voice echoed in his mind:
> "The heavens abandoned you. Then rise... and destroy the heavens themselves."
In that moment, his martial spirit awakened—a dark, double-edged sword with black flames spiraling around it. Unlike anything the village had seen.
Li Jian had no clan. No mentor. No legacy.
Only pain, rage... and now, a sword.