At This Moment, When the Sword Sings

The church’s holy light shines upon the world, mechanical armor soars across the sky, and you wonder: can a sickle tear through mecha, can a heavy hammer rebuild faith?

Swords, spears, staves, and clubs are no match for firearms and mecha; years of bitter training are not as good as body modification, and you say: how can weapons be such inconvenient things!

After countless swings of the blade, resonating with your weapon, you created: “Breathing Resonance.”

With mere iron, one can still tear through mecha; you created: “Blade-Splitting Form.”

With blades cleaving iron, spears roaming like dragons, and staves sweeping through rivers and mountains, you established the extraordinary path of weapon arts.

A country falls after hundreds of years, the common people are like dust, and the sword is held in the palm to carve out a road ahead!

In the year 500 of Tianxia, the Gray Tower descended.

People are divided into ranks, and the tower rises a hundred floors and a thousand zhang high.

Martial artists have no path forward—they are shot down with a single gun.

The technology side is locked down, unable to make any progress.

The extraordinary stand above all, and the world is like duckweed on water.

Some ascend to heaven only to fight for the chance to become someone above others.

Zhou Chen draws his sword only so that there is no one above his head.

“I am the sword bearer of Tianxia, and I should hold the sword for all under heaven.”

A three-foot green blade in hand—can the sword prove the extraordinary?

From “single blade” to “hundred weapons,” from “hundred weapons” to “one sword”

—when a swordsman swings his blade, he should shine alongside the stars!

This very moment, the sword sings!