In the Thirty-Nine Heavens, the Dao lies hidden in the mystic.
The Three Pure Ones sit high above, standing at the very pinnacle of the Dao.
Yet someone has laid a game spanning all ages, seeking to imprison the Heavenly Dao, use all living beings as pawns, seize the authority of the Great Dao, and rise above every sage.
Lu Fusheng carries a pot of home-brewed muddy wine as he staggers into this tribulation, one long foretold.
His spiritual roots are mixed, his name absent from the immortal registers. All he has is the Huangting Scripture in his arms, illuminating the twenty-four divine repositories within his body.
He raises his head amid the mundane bustle of the human world and lifts his cup to the hidden player behind the scenes, smiling.
“Your Dao is too lofty and too cold.”
“Why not try my human way instead?”
