Mortal Martial Arts: You Call This Evil Beyond Redemption?

For six or seven years, a great drought ravaged the land. Rivers ran dry, lakes evaporated, trees withered, grasslands turned to sand, and not a single grain of food or fodder could be harvested. The times were turbulent, too, with nations waging war without end. Powerful clans exploited the people even more ruthlessly, while mighty figures from great religious sects and temples treated the common folk as mere straw dogs.

With no way to make a living, the people were forced to abandon their homes. They endured illness and hunger as refugees rose up everywhere, threatening to sweep across the land. Countless lives were laid waste, and corpses stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles...

The mansions reeked of wine and meat, while frozen bodies lay by the roadside. It was nothing but chaos, chaos, chaos.

How were the people to survive? Perhaps they must wait until the ninth day of the ninth month, when my flowers bloom and all others wither...