Dragon-Seeking Celestial Master

“The sky-dog rises from piled earth, then falls beneath the fading sunset. The horizon turns blood-red, and the auspicious star retreats into nothingness. Amid the vast desolation, one person stumbles onward, enduring hardship with every step and shedding blood along the way. Behind them, only a single rose remains, withering.” This is an enigmatic prophecy no one can decipher. Yet some say it foretells my fate. Others say that ritual officials traverse the realms of yin and yang and are skilled in burial rites. They deceive Heaven's secrets, and the nobles of old were all buried by their hands so their descendants might prosper. In the end, they never meet a good death, and I will be no exception. But I refuse to accept it...