Imperador da Espada Despreocupada

An unknown universe...

It is said that gods once appeared in this cosmos, but their divine power spread across the world. The gods fought fiercely to seize each other’s strength, and the world crumbled as a result. In the end, humanity, enslaved and powerless, was saved only by the self-sacrifice of a god of true goodness. However, the powerful humans who cultivated their strength later seized the divine power from the fallen gods, creating false gods. Thus, another war of the gods erupted!

Mountains encircled the land, the sky shrouded in darkness, and the cold wind howled mournfully.

Within a small, secluded cave, there were two figures—a young man and a young woman. The man was strikingly handsome, draped in a shimmering purple robe, about nineteen years old. His brows reflected a maturity and depth that belied his age. The flowing folds of his robe seemed to hold endless power and mystery, his aura so strong that the space around him felt frozen. He stood quietly, like a painting that seized the heart, impossible to look away from. The young woman gazed at him, her voice trembling with the threat of tears: “Brother, please don’t go fight them. You could die. I can’t live without you.”

She was his younger sister, fifteen years old, with a face shaped like an egg and brows as distant as smoky mountains, eyes as limpid as autumn waters—a budding beauty. Her attire leaned toward the masculine, a fitted outfit of pale blue embroidered with silver clouds, accentuating both the grace of a young maiden and her heroic spirit. At this moment, her hands