The Unmoving World Order

The empire has fallen, and the royal family has declined. In a lawless age of chaos, he saves someone, joins a sect, and seeks out countless paths and techniques. His own kin turn against him. In Moonboat City, he finds someone to rely on. One word, Wen, brings yin and yang into balance; the past is distant and indistinct, and who can know the way home?

He smiles at the endless void as clear words and muddy wine appear from thin air. In black robes, he brushes the wind aside, and the mists of his past life clear. Returning to the Sword Sect, he faces its tangled disputes, raises a claw, and severs his ties to the past. The supreme king laughs beneath the vast heavens. The Fourfold Realm still follows the Dao. He fears no enemy, even if he falls into the Nether Halls. Across the boundless star plains, he declares, "I, Wen Tianyun, can see through all living beings. I can wield my sword to protect her, and I can also twist yin and yang and seize the universe forever." Crane feathers drift, clouds blur, rain whispers in his ears, and he rides a boat across Moon Bay. I am the "Wen" in your writings, and also the plague in the mouths of all living beings. You are not the only one who can create Daoist arts. Once I master the original arts, who would dare lay a hand on her?

When the storyteller sings, Wen Tianyun is no more than a grain of sand in the myriad worlds. How can he stand against the Primordial Age? "There are countless Daoist arts. Then I shall create my own Dao!"