Eight Trigrams, Endless Schemes

In the early years of the Republic of China, my master used his blood to draw strange symbols on a Bagua diagram before he died.

The first page of the secret manual I inherited bore these words: “Every move sets a trap, every step forms a ring. To break a deadlock, first enter the chain.”

After ten years of hard training, I finally realized that the movements of the palm technique concealed a coded message, guiding me to infiltrate an underground auction.

The target was none other than the stolen treasure of my master’s sect, the Luoshu Jade Disk, said to be able to calculate all things and control the course of events.

During the struggle for the disk, it shattered, revealing an even more shocking secret: my master had faked his death, and was using the fragments to set an even greater trap.

Every move I made, even my ten years of training, had fallen precisely into the calculations of his divination.

I pressed both palms against the final fragment. The divination showed that the only way to break the deadlock and survive was to willingly step into the ultimate Gate of Death he had prepared.