In the thirty-fourth year of Jiajing, the southeast was stained with blood. The heart of the Tao is covered with dust, and the lonely lamp falls into the sea.
Yun Yi grew up among the sound of bells and Taoist scriptures, and was the most clear disciple of Xu Jing Guan in Qixia Mountain. He practices the "Liu Yun" sword in order not to frighten the flying snow; he refines herbal medicine in the hope of saving the world and saving people. Until a bloody letter containing the last words to destroy the family shattered the tranquility of the mountain gate.
On the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, Japanese pirates attacked Cixi at night. Thirty-two close relatives hid in the secret room of the ancestral hall and were slaughtered because of a baby crying. My father pretended to be dead and survived. After sending a blood letter, he hanged himself in the burnt beam of the ancestral hall.
Ten years of Taoism collapsed overnight.
Yun Yi took off his Taoist crown, shouldered his long sword, and stepped into his homeland that was engulfed in blood and fire. In front of me are not only the broken limbs and the scorched earth, but also the four-character inscription that my father had glimpsed with his life: Japanese, internal, wages, and weapons - the external invaders are cruel, the internal forces are cunning, the weapons are weak, and the people's hearts are broken.
The road to revenge is not simply a sword for a sword. The shadows of Japanese pirates are erratic at sea, and black hands are lurking on the shore. The shopkeeper of the grain store that he was familiar with in the past may be the spy of collaborators; the decayed officers and soldiers of the guard station have long lost the courage to wield their swords.
He must become a hunter in the dark night, find a way to survive in a world full of blood, and find an answer:
When the pure land has become purgatory, do you stick to the Taoist heart of "not killing" and let the enemies go? Or hold a sharp blade in your hand and transform into Shura, killing to stop killing and using blood to cleanse blood?
Can a heart lamp brought from a Taoist temple illuminate this boundless sea of blood, or can we find inner peace at the end of the killing?
This is a one-man war. What he is facing is the cruel Japanese pirates, the corrupt world, and his own heart that is sinking step by step.
