Exiled as a useless prince, he returns 10 years later as a Sword God—and claims the throne.#xiuxian

Ten years ago, the demon empress fell, and the mad, crippled crown prince was cast out of the capital in chains. Ten years later, he returns bearing the Sword Immortal's Celestial Tomb—one finger slays celestial beings, one wild poem silences the empire's sages, one army crushes five kingdoms and ten dynasties. And yet the court still asks: what right does this madman have to sit on that dragon throne? His name is Jiang Chen—the greatest disgrace the Great Yu Dynasty ever produced. Crippled. Mad. Unable to cultivate even a spark of spiritual energy. Exiled to the gutter for ten years. No one knows what he endured in that decade. No one knows he walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and within the depths of the Celestial Tomb, he forged himself into a Terrestrial Sword Immortal. Now he's back in the capital. No one recognizes those cold, detached eyes. They call him insane? With a single raised finger, he cuts down heavenly beings like autumn rain. They call him foolish? One reckless poem, and every Confucian sage in the empire bows before him. They call him useless? Wherever his iron cavalry rides, the banners of five kingdoms and ten dynasties never rise again. And yet—this ruthless, merciless killer is surrounded by women of breathtaking beauty. This cold-blooded swordsman still leaves a sliver of hope for the common people with every swing of his blade. The realm is a chessboard. The court is a prison. Schemes and stratagems pile high—but none of it matters against the truth of his one sword. "Sword—come." In this life, wherever his blade points—that is the path of kings. He doesn't need anyone to understand him. He only needs them to submit. This isn't about taking the throne. This is about the world owing him an answer.