[The pace is quite slow, and this isn’t a wish-fulfillment story. It’s a supernatural tale with a touch of fantasy, horror mixed with bloodshed, and a little comedy amid the scant romance. Hard to describe, so give it a try. It’s made up of a series of short stories.] The Solar Torch, progenitor of the Demon Clan, lost a fight and was shattered, then reincarnated as a Daoist priest: a priest who isn’t really a priest. This is the story of his search for all the pieces of himself.
I am the Solar Torch, progenitor of the Demon Clan, the light of all living things in the world: the sun.
After Pangu separated heaven and earth, I was born from the yang energy of primordial chaos. All life across the Three Realms, the Four Seas, and the Eight Wastelands depends on me to grow. I questioned the Heavenly Dao: Why should I not rule the world? The Heavenly Dao replied, “All living things have their own fate. The secrets of heaven must not be revealed.”
“To hell with fate and the secrets of heaven! Since I control the growth of all living things, I alone should rule the world!”
Horror with a bit of humor