From an Ordinary Soldier I Forge a Blue Blade, Turning My Back to Slay the People Above

Welcome to the Infinite Tianyuan World.

Here, countless races fight for the one percent of the world’s surface that remains habitable.

Here, identity determines everything.

Here, the fate of all people is written by the “people above the heavens.”

Common soldiers are left as bones across the land, while the rich and powerful drink and sing in revelry.

As all beings resign themselves to their fate,

someone stands at the end of a gold-soaked, decadent street in bloodied armor and a greatsword on his back, and whispers:

“Let’s begin here.”

“Kill!”