Wawu Mountain was known in ancient times as Wa Mountain.
In the old town of Liujiang at its foot, black sand creeps up through the cracks between the flagstones every night.
The elders say it’s something sealed beneath the mountain turning over in its sleep.
No one takes them seriously. They think it’s just a ghost story passed down through generations in the mountains.
No one believes that Bai Ermen, who squats by the old well all day with a walking stick made from jujube wood, is anything but a madman.
The townsfolk laugh at him. They say the sound of chains has driven him insane, that he’s a complete Wa Mountain madman.
Only he knows the truth.
His surname is Bai, and the mark of the Big Dipper is carved into his palm.
He is the last guardian of the ancient Shu Kaiming clan’s bloodline.
The chains at the bottom of the well grow louder by the day, and the black sand has already crossed the stone bridge at the edge of town.
The thing sealed beneath the mountain is about to break free.
Before that happens, he must find the secret buried beneath Wawu Mountain for a thousand years.
Not to unravel it.
But to seal it away for another thousand years.
