After Pangu created heaven and earth, the Calamity of Ferocious Beasts plunged the world into chaos. Shenni was destroyed, and the dragons, phoenixes, and qilin rose to power. At the edge of the Primordial World, where chaos met heaven and earth, flowed a great river. Its waves surged skyward, its depths unfathomable, and a little boat bobbed amid the whitecaps. A white-clad young man sat aboard, drinking tea. The boat tossed like a fallen leaf, ready to capsize at any moment, yet he sat as calmly as if he were in his own courtyard. Where had he come from, and where was he going?
