Calculating carefully, it has been one hundred and twelve years since the death of Phoenix. According to legend for generations, the Suzaku Altar, which had been closed because the goddess died in battle with the Phoenix, suddenly sent invitations to the famous families in the four capitals to reopen the altar for a century-old ceremony.
When the rich and powerful from all over the world gathered in Tianmu Mountain, the "outside" once again tried to enter the barrier... No one knew where the barrier surrounding the four capitals came from, and no one knew what the fog in the barrier that obscured the sun and moon was.
Morning clouds and dusk rains, darkness and uncertainty. Even though he wanted to protect the people, he was overwhelmed by the blood and sin. The noble blood was flowing and unknown. Looking back, I just sighed that the thing was neither a human being nor a thing. The new story slowly begins when Song Cizhou, the son of Song Xintai, the Qing capital captain, steps into the Suzaku Altar...
It is said that the Lord forged swords from cold iron for the Phoenix and the Suzaku Goddess, with the Phoenix as Guiyin and the Suzaku as Yintang. But who would have thought that it would indeed reflect the fate of the two of them.
One was dead and his soul was lost in the vast world, never to be heard from again, while the other was dispirited and full of sorrow, hiding on the top of Tianmu Mountain.
It's pathetic, ridiculous and pitiful.
Intention: Unknown destiny? Despicable blood? What does it have to do with me.