Dreams and Tales of Yuanjing

Bustling Yuanjing gathers the spirit of heroes, and gives rise to many young talents. Boyai and Ziqi, both in their prime, travel the world with swords in hand. A dream of primordial chaos, yet now the old friends are gone beyond recall. From the Witch Mountains to the seas, from the Yellow Springs to the blue heavens, only lingering thoughts remain in this life. The court is a treacherous maze, while the martial world roils with turmoil. An endless drizzle, as sorrowful as strands of silk, falls over Yuanjing. Beneath the pink and pale-violet cherry and crabapple trees, who knows how much greed and obsession lie concealed? An ancient nursery rhyme awakens souls asleep for a thousand years. An unsolvable prophecy is born from the lips of the dying, while the mighty hand of fate mocks the ants who dare defy it. Lust for power, jealousy, resentment: the poisonous weeds within take root and grow, turning one honest face after another beyond recognition. War, invasion, slaughter: the rulers' game sets the Nine Provinces ablaze, as the ugliness beneath the gathering storm clouds slowly rises to the surface. A cold raindrop lands on the young man's lean shoulder. The towering imperial palace behind him gradually blurs, becoming a prison sealed within the mist and rain. He has no interest in entangling himself with demons and monsters. He has his own secrets to uncover, and the road he must take is a journey from which none return.