Guiguzi Sealed One of My Souls

My name is Shen Yan, and I'm a tomb raider.

That day, I dug up an empty grave on Laoya Ridge. Its entrance was sealed with a stone talisman and gray ash, and a wisp of gray-white smoke slipped into my chest. I thought a ghost had gotten me.

Only later did I learn that it wasn't a ghost.

It was a soul sealed away by Guiguzi for two thousand years.

He studied the latter half of the teachings. The disciples of the first half, Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, and Pang Juan, all made names for themselves after leaving the mountain, yet met tragic ends in their later years. He was the sole disciple of the latter half, his soul sealed and pinned beneath the Broken Dragon Ridge.

Two thousand years later, the line of seal-keepers died out, and I, a tomb raider, broke open the grave with one swing of my hoe.

The moment he was released, I understood: Guiguzi had sealed him not as punishment, but to keep him safe, so he could take the Dao out into the world and renew a seal that had stood for two thousand years, just as the Arts neared their pinnacle and a great calamity threatened to engulf the land.

And the compass in my hand is the key.

Three zhang and seven chi beneath the well lies another lock.

The players have searched for two thousand years. The one they want to seize isn't the tomb. It's me.