A Thousand Spirits Return at Night

When you know nothing, the mysterious Three Realms are like an ocean you’ve never seen: you are ignorant and fearless. When you begin to understand this strange and wondrous world, the tides turn treacherous. You see danger in every shadow, and even the grass and trees seem like enemies. Eighty thousand years ago, the gods and evil spirits fought a great war. Both sides were gravely wounded, and all were reduced to ashes. For eighty thousand years afterward, amid raging waves and stormy skies, countless ships sailed past, and at last there came a time of calm. Yet unseen currents were always stirring beneath the surface. A young man bearing the sword Wuming wandered through the Three Realms, seeking to pierce the endless darkness with the world-shaking blade in his hand. The countless spirits drifting through the Three Realms carried eighty thousand years of loneliness within them. The Nine Hells stirred, strange signs appeared in the heavens, and the Heavenly Realm opened with a sound that shook the Three Realms. A fleeting glimpse of an immortal in the clouds. Beneath the boundless heavens, where the Milky Way shines bright, who is the one returning?