Prologue: The Origin
Within the boundless terrestrial domain, all things move according to unseen laws woven into the fabric of heaven and earth. Few remember their origin. Fewer still perceive the currents of destiny flowing beneath the passage of ages.
As the full moon rises above Jade Peak, age-old vows long buried within the dust of time begin to stir once more.
Upon a sacred bridge suspended between the mundane and celestial realms, a solitary wanderer catches sight of a figure clothed in moonlight—a fleeting glimpse that will alter the course of countless lives.
Yet beyond the sight of men, forgotten powers awaken beneath the mountains. Deep-seated grievances, sealed since time immemorial, begin to seep back into the world.
The age of tranquility draws to its end.
The Long Hua Assembly approaches.
As heaven and earth enter an era of great transformation, the Guardians of the Fa must walk once more among the living.
Thus begins a journey spanning three thousand worlds—a search for truth, redemption, and the path back to one's original nature.
CHAPTER I: THE MOON ASCENDS JADE PEAK
The Figure Upon the Magpie Bridge
Night deepened over Jade Peak as a full moon hung suspended in the high heavens. Lunar radiance poured down sheer cliffs in a ribbon of silver, casting an absolute stillness over the mountain. The Magpie Bridge threw its slanting shadow across an expanse of stars, joining the earthly domain to distant celestial realms—a crossing where unseen currents of the Fa quietly converged.
Upon a slab of verdant stone sat Tri Nhat, the sole heir to a hidden lineage of Fa Guardians. The hem of his azure robe fluttered in the mountain gale. His eyes reflected the distant luminescence of the cosmos, bearing a sorrow carried across myriad aeons. Within the depths of his consciousness, an unceasing question stirred:
“Where does Chang'e reside in this current epoch...?”
The query drifted through his mind like an echo from a forgotten age. Did she still dwell amid the frostbound halls of the Moon Palace, or had she entered the mundane world beneath another name, concealing herself as an ordinary practitioner? As the cosmic wheel turned, divine beings descended into the terrestrial realm, each bearing a purpose known only to the heavens. Perchance her celestial root already lay hidden within the red dust of the world, veiled from eyes of flesh.
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The night wind howled through the pine forest, bearing the freezing scent of the season’s first snow. Tri Nhat closed his eyes, sensing the subterranean veins of Jade Peak vibrating as though the mountain respirated in unison with the moon.
A strand of divine consciousness pierced his mind. Tri Nhat opened his eyes to find the surrounding space glowing so intensely that every vein upon the stone stood exposed. High upon the arch of the Magpie Bridge, a silhouette clad in white—ethereal as mist—gazed silently at the Milky Way. Though divine aura blurred her countenance, her presence radiated a purity capable of cleansing all terrestrial defilement.
Just as Tri Nhat was about to step forward, the apparition dissolved into moonlight, vanishing like a dream. Yet this presence was no illusion; a trace of divine authority lingered in the air, as if unseen eyes watched from beyond the veil.
He pondered the signs:
“Could it be... the Long Hua Assembly draws near?”
The Upheaval of Jade Peak
At that precise moment, heaven and earth convulsed. A torrent of wrathful miasma erupted from the mountain's core, shattering the thousand-year frost of the summit. From the valley below, a pillar of crimson light shot straight into the heavens, tearing the night asunder and obscuring the lunar orb.
That energy carried the accumulated grievances of forgotten ages, sending forest beasts fleeing in panic as the earth trembled under its weight. Tri Nhat sprang to his feet, his robes whipping in the rising gale. His gaze hardened upon the blood-red pillar ascending into the sky:
“This entity... should not have awakened at this hour.”
In a single stride, his form dissolved into a streak of azure light, surging toward the valley with staggering speed. The tranquil night shattered; an upheaval capable of shaking the Three Realms had begun.
Tri Nhat could not know that the fleeting encounter upon the Magpie Bridge had drawn him into a destiny transcending mortal bounds—a path where the boundary between godhood and demonhood was thinner than a strand of silk.
Upon the peak, the moon burned bright, but the Magpie Bridge had vanished behind pitch-black clouds billowing from the north. A silent wave of killing intent spread through the night, heralding days of tempest, thunder, and lightning.
Tri Nhat felt his primordial soul vibrate tumultuously—a mission of salvation he had awaited through countless cycles of reincarnation. The closer he drew to the eye of the storm, the thicker the stench of primordial wrath became, striking against his protective barrier with sharp cracks.
Without a shred of hesitation, he plunged straight into the bloody luminescence, ready to confront the cataclysmic secret buried beneath the dust of time.
CANTO I: THE MOON ASCENDS JADE PEAK
Upon Jade Peak, the clear moon lights the bridge,
As scent of celestial frost drifts o'er the ridge.
Through endless kalpas, primordial vows arise,
To guide lost souls beneath the starry skies.
Red dark waves shake the cosmic wheel,
Yet Righteous Fa endures as diamond steel.
Though stained by dust and tears of blood untold,
One steadfast vow shall keep the spirit whole.