If the gods should forget their vows, what harm is there in embracing the darkness? Mu Tianhen, reborn after slitting his own throat, embarks upon a journey to stain the heavens with blood. Sword in hand, he treads across ten thousand miles of corpses, inscribing a legend that is his alone.
The sun set behind the western mountains, bathing the world in a crimson glow, as if a blood-stained waterfall had poured down from the heavens.
Atop Yellow Springs Mountain, at the end of the Road of No Return.
Three burly men with knives blocked the path of a youth in blue, their yellow teeth bared in sinister grins.
The man standing in the middle stepped forward, stopping less than three feet from the youth, and said coldly, “Mu Tianhen, the seventh night after your death will be your sister’s wedding night…”
“Silence!” Mu Tianhen roared, his voice crackling with murderous intent. Fury erupted from within as he lunged with a clenched fist toward the brute.
A cold blade flashed through the air, sending a spray of blood.
Mu Tianhen instinctively clutched his gashed neck, bloodshot eyes glaring at his assailant.
With a grunt, the brute drove a hard kick into Mu Tianhen’s abdomen. “Down you go, you worthless brat!”
A dull thud echoed as Mu Tianhen was sent flying over the mountain’s edge, plunging toward the abyss below.
As the wind howled past his ears, Mu Tianhen’s vision faded, his life draining away. Images from his past flashed rapidly through his mind.
He was once the heir of the Mu family, first in line to inherit their legacy, enjoying unparalleled status and respect. Gifted from a young age, he opened his meridians at three and joined the ranks of martial artists; at five, he reached the sixth stage of Meridian Initiation, and by ten, broke through further to become the youngest Blood Ignition stage exp