Taoist Era

------ This world is a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces. And I am the one who is ready to overturn the chessboard. Seventy-two ancient tombs in the Qinling Mountains were opened at the same time, and the "remnants of the previous era" who had been sleeping for eternity reappeared in the world. Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, the being in the frozen jade coffin slowly opened his eyes, reflecting the birth and death of the stars in his eyes. In the sky above Chang'an's never-sleeping city, a white chess piece stretching thousands of meters quietly appeared on New Year's Eve. Only then did Chen Guanqi realize that the world he was born in was just the most insignificant corner of the "eternal chess game" that ran through one hundred and twenty-seven epochs. The chess player makes his moves with civilization as the focus and the era as the board. The man holding the box holds a sword, but what he is guarding is not the common people, but the chess-cutting blade. The spectators sit high in the clouds, smiling at the chess pieces and players, struggling and sinking in the endless reincarnation. And he, the box keeper who was supposed to silently guard the operation of the chess game, saw his father's last words written in blood when he turned to the second page of "The Set": "Keeping the box is false, but killing chess is true.