When the smoke of the Mars Alliance Base engulfed the wreckage of the last mecha, he stood up from the ruins holding the broken crystal sword - his dark spiritual power surged in his palm, the space cracks tore behind him, and the cannon light of the pursuers had pierced through the clouds. As a spiritual warrior, he was burdened with the secrets of the Ye family and the inheritance of dark spiritual power, but was caught in the vortex of alliance power struggle and rebel conspiracy. From a framed fugitive to a leader who assembled his partners, from the battlefield of Mars to the interstellar abyss, every step he took was on the fragments of fate: would he be swallowed by the dark spiritual power, or use his flesh and blood as a shield to tear a way out for civilization? This battle across the galaxy has never been for hegemony, but for the answer to "why we fight".
