The Nine-Scripture Dao Stele

On a snowy night in Shigu Town, Shen Zhao drove a chipped dagger through the beggar chief’s chest. He only wanted to survive. Three days later, an old Daoist wearing a blue bamboo hat told him: The world’s Daoist lineages are divided into nine seals. Eight have been passed down through the ages. The ninth is called “Chaos.” Beneath its stele, none can live; no one has been able to cultivate it for three thousand years. And you are the one who was born to it. The blood of the five hundred members of the Shen clan had yet to dry when the Cui clan’s iron hooves had already trampled across the northern frontier. With a letter of recommendation left by the old Daoist, a bronze life-lamp that refused to light, and an old saber broken into three pieces, he entered the mountain gate of the Tai Xuan Sword Sect. A zero-grade Dao root. Everyone laughed. But they didn’t know that the day the lamp lit, the Daoist steles above the Nine Heavens would crack, one after another. With all nine seals revealed, life would exist beneath the stele. He wanted more than revenge. He would drag his elder sister back from the cycle of reincarnation, no matter what it took.