Blade hesitates in front of his last surviving sister, and he gives up and wanders eastward, only to be devoured by magic armor on the Great Wall to save a teenager, and loses all his memories.

Mulan's invitation made him stay, and the Demon Blade turned into a protective armor.

The old Demon Dao family, the bloodline inheritance flowing with mysterious power, is all obtained because of "sin".

When the young man learns this fact by tracing the origin of the crazy bloodline, he becomes unrecognizable.

He left his homeland behind...... Only terrible legends remain.

When a family gains strength that does not belong to itself, it will eventually have to be repaid.

And he took the sin on his shoulders and put an end to it.

For many years, the terrifying Demon Blade wandered like a ghost in the Land of Warriors, causing panic among the people who were also descendants of the Demon Dao family.

But all meaningless battles cannot fill the emptiness of the soul, only to increase despair.

He disappeared after all, on his way to the East.

He wanted to trace the roots of the demonic path, and perhaps he could free himself from the torment of endless fate.

Thus he stepped into the depths of the rolling yellow sand—a vast expanse of land collectively known as the "desert in the clouds."

And there, there is a drastic change that will change the fate of everyone.

An oasis in the desert, a rare and precious spring, and a stone well deep underground...... The nations built around them fought against each other for water for a long time, and they were constantly at odds with each other until the arrival of the Imperial Iron Horse.

An empire that was more powerful than ever established a protectorate, opened the city, and brought tea and cloth from the Silk Road, mediating conflicts and contentions.

As a result, the desert was calm for decades.

But when the swordsman who had gone to the east passed by, he saw a sign of destruction.

The royal court has fallen; The Metropolitan Protectorate has fallen; The local civilians wept, and the Imperial soldiers lay dying on the side of the road, all believing that the other was the betrayer.

The indifferent swordsman had no interest in knowing who was right and who was wrong, but he was disgusted by the flood of demons, reminding him of the nightmares that tormented him day and night.

So when everyone fled the fallen city, he went backwards into the depths of the calamity.

Hordes of monsters fell from under their swords, but the aura of danger grew stronger: he thought, there was a guy, a guy who was very good at the magic way, peeping.

He wanted to find him, he had such confidence and pride.

Then the surroundings changed to familiar scenes: his past, his fate, his nightmares, every time he fought, the evil creature behind the scenes, unable to confront the swordsman head-on, was about to use illusions to isolate himself from pain and despair.

This is the duel between the Demon Dao Blade and the Demon Dao Law.

He swung his sword! The sword light slashed through the fog of evil with strength and will, and something screamed and roared.

The illusion dissipated.

In the ruins, the swordsman immediately understood why the creature was desperate to stop him: the little boy, the fear-weeping demon half-breed boy was shrouded in an engraved circle, and would be used as a sacrifice to awaken something powerful.

"Brother."

The boy cried out heartbreakingly. "Brother." The voice that deliberately wanted to forget in his memory, the same murmur, "Brother." ”

"Brother." The swordsman's memories fade back to a long time ago, when the girl held hostage by the robbers reached out to him for help.

"Brother." "Brother."

The frozen heart disintegrated in an instant.

The life-sucking horror monster didn't catch the last ***** it craved and was thrown far away.

Instead, the swordsman who stepped into the circle was dragged into darkness by the fog.

Then, some living object struggled, enveloping him firmly, trying to devour him.

"Brother." "Brother." "Brother."

The sound of sobbing is getting farther and farther away, but it is clear to the heart. The body was torn apart, and the will became more and more sober. A sneer rolled into the corner of the dying swordsman's mouth, the evil creature didn't seem to know that he was the more terrifying, terrifying among them.

He swung his sword again.

The wind blowing through the desert blows the high flag, and the pattern of the phoenix bird is as vivid as fire.

It stands proudly, even after seven days and seven nights of continuous fighting, declaring that a corner of the Great Wall is still unbreakable.

On the eighth day, the demons besieging the fortress were in turmoil, and the crimson figures that opposed them attacked from where they came.

The final battle lasted from night to dawn, and the two sides, who were outnumbered, were never able to achieve a decisive victory:

Until a person, a living person, staggered into the scarred battlefield as if there was nothing beside him.

The Crimson Ranger picks up a foreign swordsman from the middle of the battlefield.

The animate magic armor quickly retreated before her eyes, revealing a pale face and scarred body, a sword clutched in her hand.

Surrounded by mountains of demon corpses.

"Where did it come from?" I don't know if he can understand it.

"I forgot." Poor lingua franca response.

"Where's the name?"

"Forget ......"

"Armor." The female general interrupted him neatly.

"Let's call you armor. Hurry up, don't play dead. ”

The stranger smiled helplessly.

The crimson figure didn't look back.

"You're strong, and we need people like you. Stay. Maybe you'll regret it. Anyway, you forgot everything, so it doesn't matter if you regret it. ”

The swordsman who was suddenly named Armor looked at the sword in his hand.

The spots on the sword reminded him of the sand in a desperate situation, and the flowers that grew.

Armor? Seems good.

Forget about the sharp, only hurtful sword, and henceforth exist in the name of the armor of protection.

He propped himself up and slowly followed.

Ahead, there is the Great Wall that stretches to the end of the sky.

Wield the sword in despair, and use the deceased as armor.

...

The oldest Great Wall Guard, Su Lie.

They are also the guards of the Great Wall, they are all men who pin their faith on the Great Wall, and the strangers brought back by the captain have become the backbone of the team, and Su Lie, who has returned to the Great Wall, has become the most reliable backing.

Su Lie has two feelings for the Great Wall.

One is love, he resolutely gave up his pen and followed Rong in order to protect the peace of the Great Wall, and rushed to the desert border from Chang'an;

The second is guilt, the raid of the demon seed attracted by the opening of Guan City has become his betrayal, and innocent villagers have been slaughtered and plundered.

Su Lie, who lived for the rest of his life after the war, harbored endless guilt and self-blame, wandering in the desert with the survivors to survive, until the encounter with Mulan rekindled his fighting spirit.

When Su Lie came out on top in the imperial examination as a young man, he seemed to be destined for a smooth road in life:

Born in a prestigious family, he is talented and deeply appreciated by his teachers, and has a bright future.

However, his classmates were shocked that he chose to put pen to paper.

Living in Chang'an since childhood, he is accustomed to the prosperity of the East and West Markets, and has imagined countless times how rare and exotic objects from afar were sent to Chang'an through the long Silk Road.

A blue-eyed merchant in a foreign land who tells a thrilling and fascinating story of his journey.