The Seven Sons of the Ye Clan

The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name...

What is the Dao? Is it the resolve to charge fearlessly ahead, or the courage to burn one’s bridges? Is it the exhilaration of riding the wind and breaking through the waves, or the perseverance to stay true to one’s original aspirations? For thousands of years, no one has been able to answer this question.

The city of Qingzhou lies beside the river, where willows sway in the breeze and clouds roll across the mountains.

Ye Chen was born with the Great Dao and walked alongside it. He was nurtured within a seven-colored lotus seed and emerged from a seven-hued boulder, extraordinary from birth and gifted beyond compare. In a chaotic age, he would defend the order of heaven and earth; in a land of the Five Turbidities, he would sweep across Kunlun. He strode away, leaving all others in the dust. The Great Dao stretched wide, the world vast, but where did his so-called Dao lie?