Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and sought the Way within his heart.
On Qingcheng Mountain, a young Daoist gazes at the sword in his hand, named Peach Blossom, lost in thought. After years apart, he still loves eating peaches, of course, but now there is a name on his lips too: the name of a woman.
That year, dragons and serpents stirred across the land, and he found an infant at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
That year, the baby learned to talk. He told his master that he would become the greatest under heaven and find him a wife.
That year, strange signs appeared in the heavens. Snow fell on Little Lotus Peak, and a boy sitting atop the mountain drew a single slanted line in the earth. Heaven and earth lost their color.
That year, a boy named Li Fansong mocked his senior brother for never practicing the sword and always making grand claims.
That year, atop Snow Moon City, a young man murmured, “Looks like I still can’t win at the Carefree Heavenly Realm... Then I’ll enter the Divine Journey Realm.”
“Come, sword!!”
