Heavenly Strategy: The Return of the Immortal

[Mystery + Feng Shui + Ancient Tombs + Group Exploration]

In the nineteenth year of the Republic of China, at Deshun Teahouse in Beiping.

A young man in his early twenties sat alone by the window. Two cups of tea stood before him: one for himself, and the other for someone who had been waiting for two thousand years.

His name was Zhou Ce, heir to the Zhou family of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau. On the surface, he was simply a young man skilled in feng shui. But no one knew that he was the very person who had built the Zhou family's ancestral tomb two thousand years ago. Immortal and endlessly reincarnated, he had lived on until, in this lifetime, all his sealed memories began to awaken.

The murals in the Qin Mausoleum on Mount Li concealed a cipher he had left behind. On a hidden mountain path in western Hunan, someone awaited him, there to see him complete the trials left unfinished by those before him. Beneath Kunlun's snowy peaks, an immortal's tomb held the ultimate secret of eternal life. A pagoda in the jungles of Champa bore an equation he had failed to solve in a past life. Beneath the Japanese archipelago, an equally immortal adversary was closing in step by step.

And at the final destination, Guixu, the tomb he had designed and built with his own hands was opening.

Daoist Daoxuan of Mount Longhu was sharp-tongued, but never backed down when it mattered. Thunderbolts from his palm tore through the darkness. A Ling, a young woman from the Miaojiang Gu sect, was as cold as ice, yet ultimately gave her life to protect them, her gu-heart flame burning every enemy to ash. Gu Chang Geng, heir to the shamanic tradition beyond the passes, was as silent as a mountain, his spirit-summoning power shaking the earth. And then there was Zhou Qi, lurking in the shadows: brother or traitor?

Each of them had their own special skills and guarded a different tradition. Together, they braved the underworld, solved mechanisms, and faced seemingly hopeless predicaments. Some fell along the way and never got back up.

When the version of himself from two thousand years ago left him a letter saying, “Seek eternal life no more,” he finally understood: immortality was no blessing, but a shackle