The Longevity Game

Deep in the universe, who cast the first seed into the void, setting all things on their cycle of life and renewal?

Fragments of strange scenes often appear in my dreams. By the banks of the River of Forgetfulness, I dream of time standing still, and of the origin of all things.

So let me write down those wondrous and bizarre stories of life!

North of Shuo, south of the sea, a stone stele stands on a lonely island. One is shaped like a Kun fish, the other like a tortoise shell. They have weathered wind and rain for ages unknown.

The inscription on the stele reads: Since Hun, souls pass through three lives before their energy disperses, and three generations before tracing back to their origin. Only then do they become gods...

Later, the Wu Tu clan fought the Duilong. For three hundred years, famine left the land strewn with corpses, and cries of grief filled the skies. Heaven collapsed, the island sank, and the steles vanished from the world.