Jiang Xuan opens and closes his eyes, only to transmigrate to an era that blends the Ming dynasty and Republican China.
In this era, martial artists carve out territories of their own, commanding elite troops and battling spirits and gods.
In this era, Daoist practitioners sit in meditative oblivion and pursue eternal life, taking up their swords to descend the mountain and slay demons.
In this era, fox spirits arrive by night to add fragrance, inspiring tales of gifted scholars and beautiful women.
There are also scholars who leap into rivers in righteous fury, only to rise again astride dragons, crying out that the imperial star trembles beneath the blazing comet.
Looking out over the vast, chaotic world, Jiang Xuan settles on Bamboo Mountain, farms and cultivates the Dao, and places his first stone on the central point of the board:
“Since I've come here, it's time to bring peace to this chaotic world.”
