A fox demon who has practiced for six hundred years got lost in the grand scene of the early Tang Dynasty. If you want a beautiful country, I will give it to you; if you want to come to court from all over the world, I will help you. Why are you still not satisfied? If everything starts from a bad fate, then it will eventually end with a bad fate.
Six hundred years later, at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, from the under-one-year-old son of Prince Duan of Dali, to the mysterious deaths of villagers in Helan Village, to the collapse of the Demon Suppression Tower in the back of Shushan Mountain. I have been practicing for thousands of years just to wait for this moment.
Tang Qingyuan, the master of Tangjiabao, Chu Yinmo, a disciple of Shushan, and Tuoba Sui, the prince of Xixia, were entangled in a grudge and hatred six hundred years ago. In fact, there was no way to choose who was right and who was wrong from the beginning.
Tang Qingyuan: I am the owner of the Tang Family Fort. I have no choice.
Chu Yinmo: I can only do this for the sake of morality.
Tuoba Sui: Sorry, I am the Prince of Daxia.