Letian Xing

In the spring of the 1,362nd year of the Qin Dynasty's old calendar, a light rain fell over Gu He City.

The spring rain washed away the last embers of war.

That year, Emperor Ying Zhi took up the Human Emperor's Seal and wielded the Map of Mountains and Rivers, suppressing the Netherworld rifts across the land. He issued a decree to all under heaven: abolish the old calendar and usher in the first year of Shenwu. It signified divine letters and sagely might, carrying the past forward into the future and safeguarding peace and prosperity in the human world.

Sixteen years ago, the Daoist sects shut their gates and did not emerge. Rumors spread among the people that the Daoist Master had already passed away.

At Mount Mi in the Northern Yue, twelve volumes of sword manuals had been passed down for generations.

To the east, near the Taihang Mountains, people practiced arts of unfathomable power.

Outside Gusu City, deer called in the wild, and guardians upheld righteous virtue.

In the Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions, soft chants of Sanskrit rang out as golden lotuses sprang from the earth.

In the southern wilderness, barbarian tribes dwelled between the White Mountains and the Black Waters.

On Mount Buzhou, beacons of war blazed and demonic energy surged to the heavens.

Within Chaoge City, factional strife at court grew fiercer, and undercurrents churned. In the martial world, the legacy of old Chu endured, while the remnants of the Six Kingdoms watched hungrily.

The mortal world stretched far and wide. Immortals and Buddhas sat high in their temples, gods and demons hid amid the chaos, and the remnants of the old kingdoms stirred with ambition...

An age of chaos was about to begin, and the Great Dao was on the verge of collapse.

At Yin Ma River on the southwestern frontier lived a young man who had grown up amid the flames of war in military camps for more than a decade, yet preferred brewing tea and reading books.