The Legend of Xia Zhen

In the ancient primordial world, when chaos first gave way to creation, Lady Nuwa molded humans from clay and mended the heavens with stones. She eventually passed away after exhausting her spiritual power. Across the long ages that followed, Nuwa’s holy spirit continued to reincarnate, protecting all living beings beneath the heavens. The stories of these women became beautiful legends or tragic epics passed down through the ages. The Lin family had a daughter named Chu Yun, who was hunted by a demon king soon after she was born. Her parents risked their lives to protect her. Her master rescued her in a peach grove, named her Xia Zhen, and took her to Mount Dangting to cultivate immortality. Across the land of Shenzhou, mountains stretched high and seas spread wide. There were one-horned boars that fed on tigers and leopards, luan birds and phoenixes that sang and danced by themselves, flying snakes from Chaisang that rode the clouds and mist, and white wolves from Mount Yu whose fur was like snow… There were three trees with leaves of pearl, the Dijing bamboo forest where a single stalk of bamboo could be made into a boat, and the Queshan Migu tree whose blossoms shone in every direction… She lost herself in the fantastical world of mountains and seas. The wheels of fate rolled ever closer, until there was nowhere left to hide. The demon king attacked, plagues spread, monsters ran rampant, and the land was left devastated… She had no choice but to shoulder her mission and give everything to protect all living beings beneath the heavens. Then she learned that if a descendant of Nuwa wanted to unleash all the spiritual power within her and survive the trial of love, there was only one way: she had to kill the person she loved with her own hands… How could she choose between all living beings beneath the heavens and the one she loved? Despairing, she said, “I would rather betray all living beings beneath the heavens, be imprisoned forever beneath the Nine Hells, and suffer eternal damnation than kill the person I love with my own hands.” The sword fell halfway through the air, and time stood still. He smiled like the moon shining into her heart, and in an instant, her dark hair turned white as snow. From then on, as the sun and moon waxed and waned, who could stand against them!