Snow Clearing Across a Thousand Mountains

At the summit of a thousand mountains, beside the Heavenly Basin, beneath a boundless sky, I stand with you in joy. The north wind howls, and the snow clears beneath the first light. I ask the heavens: What is the Dao of life? The heavens are always silent. Their voice is impossible to hear, and the Great Dao impossible to find! Now I stand here alone, using this broken body to hold the line. If my body is destroyed and scattered, then the only thing left will be my blood, enough to dye these ten realms and nine continents red!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.