My Many Masters

The jianghu is in turmoil, and the age is one of fierce contention.

The leader of the Great Qin people brandishes a Mo Dao, beating the world black and blue. The old immortals of the jianghu squat atop their mountains, then turn around and toss the whole world beneath their feet.

There are strongmen who measure the earth on foot, and chivalrous heroes who split open the sky with a single sword, only to turn around and fall drunkenly into a beauty's arms.

The Daoist carries a sword on his back; the scholar drinks himself drunk.

A ragged beggar picks up a rotten branch and dares charge the ancestral home of the Daoist sects. At a willow-lined embankment and pavilion, a man who has sat in solitude for thirty years turns and steps out. Holding a peach blossom, he raises his hand and shatters ten miles of red candles.

The Great Qin era name changes to Dayuan.

A boy with a wooden sword on his back steps out of his mountain village.