Long ago, the Great Xia took in the Guirong. After rising to power, they repeatedly made trouble whenever Great Xia was in crisis. Yet the tides of the world turn in cycles: realms divide after long periods of unity, and unite after long periods of division. When this barbarian people founded their nation, they spoke these words: “The western guest comes east to learn the written word; stars fill the sky and shine in every direction. For two hundred years, they have relied on the night’s radiance; their light is destined to shine at dawn. When five hundred years have nearly passed, the blazing sun will rise, and the stars of all the heavens will surely suffer.” Now it is the two hundred and forty-seventh year. Three years remain until the halfway point of five hundred, and the realm is about to be plunged into a factional struggle between the former emperor’s court and the new emperor’s. What will happen next? Will everything unfold as foretold?
