In the chaos of a turbulent age, who left behind the “key” to deciphering the forbidden? At the edge of the world beyond, why are the “sorrows” of all living beings buried?
The Great Dao rises in myriad forms, while the empire’s smoke and gunfire propel the age rumbling forward. The fog manipulates the board of the mortal world, yet its goal is not victory or defeat on the board.
To become an emperor, an official, or a general; to seek sorcery, Buddhahood, or immortality... Only the straight road can reach heaven and earth; only the radiance of the stars can illuminate the Nine Provinces at night.
“There are three thousand Daoist arts. I don’t understand a single one; I just happened to memorize them all.”
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