In the three thousandth year of the Star Radiance Era, Su He, Master of the Star Palace, once slew an otherworldly demon with a single sword. Tired of the endless battles between immortals and demons, he shed his imperial robes and disappeared into a small town in the Eastern Wastelands. He spends his days fishing and savoring tea, watching the clouds drift by.
That is, until a female disciple of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion bursts into his bamboo grove carrying a shattered Star Palace key. The sword energy of her pursuers scatters his fish. When an assassin from the Shadow Tower slashes his teacup to pieces, the entire cultivation world remembers the fear of being ruled by him. The legendary Master of the Star Palace, who could overcome tribulations with a snap of his fingers and slay demons over a pot of wine, never had a fishing line tied to his rod. It was the laws of heaven and earth.
“You ask why I chose seclusion?”
The silver-haired man in blue robes smiles and tosses a star-marked perch into the air. Its tail sweeps away the demonic tide beyond a hundred thousand mountains.
“I’m simply waiting for the spring water to boil for tea, and taking the chance to teach the world...”
“What it means to be free.”
◆ A secret cultivation manual misrecorded for a thousand years by the Heavenly Sword Pavilion
◆ A bronze coffin that has drifted above the sea of clouds for ten thousand years
◆ An ancient battlefield in the Starfall Mountains, where blood-curdling cries ring out every night
When the seventy-two halls of the ancient Star Palace emerge from the river of time, people finally realize that his supposed seclusion is merely a mighty dragon lowering its head to watch ants at play.
