The Spring and Autumn of the Su Clan: A Thunderbolt Fantasy

Rain veils the little tower; I send my thoughts to Fengtai. The pipa sounds, the jade flute answers, and the dancers sway like emeralds. In the vermilion pavilion, alone, I paint my brows beneath the moon. Clouds drift away, the evening glow returns, and one smile leaves the mortal world drunk., Su Wen I came into the world through karma, and I will leave when karma is severed. The Tathagata is me; all forms are Buddhas., Su Yan The mountains and rivers stretch far; I travel the Shu Road. With a blade three feet long, I ask the jianghu: What is the summit? The road of life is vast and dim; the old path lies sleeping. In a dream of the mortal world beneath the boundless universe, where is home?, Su Jian The ruined, desolate Blood Demon Pool had lain dormant for years. Now it brimmed with life once more. Flecks of golden light drifted down; in the breeze, a delicate fragrance filled the air. Two figures rose from the blood pool and flew into the distance. The scattered golden rain slowly gathered and returned to the pool. The jianghu is forever battered by wind and rain... The Martial Lord of Tiandu: a thousand-year grudge renewed today. The world seals its blades; the Blade Dragon opens its eyes, and old debts come due. The Demonic Pagoda of the Demon Realm: the four realms unite, only to end in emptiness! The hegemony of the Ji Realm, the twin lotuses locked in a battle of wits, the Path to the Land of the Dead opened: a legend of heaven and earth. In the Four Qi Realm and the Fire Prison of Buddha, the interests of the state leave war as the only path. The Buddhist shows compassion, sacrificing himself for righteousness. The Asura returns, and all fight for the greater good! The Daoist keeps a pure heart, risking his life in battle for a friend! The Confucian wanders through the mortal world, watching it with a cool eye. Yet even his unruffled way of handling things cannot withstand the merciless jianghu!