Heaven unleashes its killing intent, shifting the stars and changing the constellations; earth unleashes its killing intent, and dragons and serpents rise from the land.
At the end of the Great Zhou, storms raged and the realm teetered on the brink. Beacon fires burned in every direction as heroes rose from all sides.
In the imperial court, monsters held sway; throughout the martial world, heroes emerged in profusion.
There was the Daoist Sacred Mountain Yue that came east with purple qi, the Buddhist kingdom that descended from the Western Regions, the Demon Abyss and Monster Realm that stretched across north and south, sages who answered Heaven's call in the light, and ghosts and gods awakening in the darkness... An age of great contention, a great struggle for the age!
How will Su Wen, having transmigrated here, establish himself?
A high platform, a wooden clapper, a folding fan, and all the people and objects from the stories...
The storyteller tells his tales, telling of a world bright and clear, telling of a sun and moon shining resplendently!
