The Legend of Qin · Chat

The iron cavalry of the Great Qin has trampled over the mountains and rivers of the Six States; the world is united, and the Four Seas submit. However, amidst the deep and gloomy palaces of Xianyang, there has never been true peace. At the end of the pitch-black long stairs, the man on the throne has a gaze as sharp as a knife. The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, holds the world in one hand and fear in the other. "Ge Nie... how dare he betray me." Li Si stands with his head bowed, his voice unhurried: "Though the Sword Saint alone is not to be feared, he took away the son of Jing Ke. That child is the root of disaster." Faint thunder rumbles outside the hall; the rain is about to fall, and the wind already fills the building. A thousand miles away on a barren plain, a man drags his wounded body, leading a young boy as they trudge through the mud. The man's hand rests constantly on the hilt of his sword. The sword is named Yuanhong, ranked second in the world, and has severed countless heads for the King of Qin. Now, the master of this sword is the biggest traitor on the Empire's wanted list. The boy looks up, his eyes full of confusion: "Uncle, where else can we go?" Ge Nie does not look back, only whispering a single word: "Survive." The wind rises and the clouds surge. Deep within the martial world, the lights of the Hundred Schools of Thought are secretly gathering. A broken sword, a cursed child, an unfinished grudge—the wheel of fate quietly begins to turn at this very moment.