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 Immortal arts, magic weapons, magical powers*, and the boundless spiritual Qi between heaven and earth vanished into obscurity overnight, and all the exorcists became mere mortals.
 300 years later, the Five Barbarians traversed the pass, a prelude to an era of great turmoil in China. They heralded the end of the world, where thousands of drought fiends stalked the night and the collapse of the Divine Land** was imminent.
 Fortunately, within this long, dark night*** where silence had fallen on all magic, a lone star still glistened brightly on the horizon.
 The Heart Lamp appeared, illuminating the vast expanse around it. A 16-year-old young man, who will end his life on his 20th birthday, embarked on a journey of reclaiming the spiritual Qi of the heavens and earth that had been sealed away — only four years remain.
 The road ahead was filled with countless thistles and thorns, and it seemed improbable for him to succeed.
 Chen Xing, “The important thing is that I’m the last exorcist in this world, yet the only magic I am capable of is emitting light. What can I do?”
 Wait patiently then. When the Dinghai pearl reappears on earth, the uncertain trajectory of everyone’s fates will be completely disrupted before converging once more.
 Chen Xing, “Could I be partnered with a more normal Protector martial god?”
 Isn’t your Protector really skilled in fighting?
 Chen Xing, “He is good at fighting, but when he loses it he’ll hit even me……”
 There’s nothing that can be done about that, you can only blame yourself for losing yourself to lust.
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 *: Buddhist term: Abhijñā, a mysterious force that surpasses the limits of mortals gained through meditation
 **: old name for China
 ***: figurative meaning: long period of misery and oppression
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 Within the dream of the dreamer, the one who was dreamed of awoke.
 … Borges
 “I exist in the sunlight, the wind, between the heavens and the earth, and also in dreams.”
 One night, Yu Hao, a college student who was at his wits’ end had an unexpected encounter with a mysterious visitor – “General” – who had dream travelled. He led Yu Hao in solving the countless riddles that abounded in the realm of the conscious, and lit up the fire beacons on the meandering Great Wall.
 Thereafter, the darkness retreated, the sun rose, and when the long night was thoroughly lit up, the him who existed in reality was reborn.
 The black dragon that roared, the lighthouse and demonic eye on the coastline, the rain forest before Chichén Itzá, the fierce beasts that wreaked havoc in the Colosseum…the bizarre projection of reality in one’s consciousness reflected the hidden place that the sunlight in reality couldn’t touch – the innumerable sins of the human heart.
 The journey of seizing dreams continues, and one can only hope that the sun will continue illuminating the human heart.
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 Fire beacons on the Great Wall were lit up to signal a border invasion.
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 “At the end of the song the man is drunk, so much like the tears by Poyang River. Ten thousand miles of easterly winds; the country is broken, the mountains and rivers reflect only red.” 
 ~A line from Shorthand Tablature of Magnolia Blossoms by Zhu Dunru
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 At sixteen years of age, You Miao lives a life of luxury. Yet with rapid changes in family circumstances, the once little young master now only has his deceased mother’s barren estate and a loyal Quanrong slave left. The dilemma and distress of starting everything from scratch becomes the greatest trial of his life.
 As the imperial state exam approaches, You Miao enters the capital for his tests. However, all of a sudden the tribes of the north invade, causing a diaspora to the south. The Hans flee to the south in great numbers with the uprising of war everywhere. The country is at the cusp of ruin and homes are lost…
 Along with his band of sworn brothers, You Miao finally returns to Jiangnan in the midst of displacement, and using all of his strength, he supports this broken, half sliced nation.
 The good days don’t last long, and the imperial court now in the south faces both internal and external enemies. The court is in turmoil, the government officials in dissension, but as tides rise and fall, the most beautiful moonlight of the great desert is yet to come.
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 Xiao Yi always believed that Luzhou was a male god who was a righteous, handsome, and gentle white lotus that could steal the hearts of thousands regardless female or male, young or old. Until one day, he became the male god’s personal assistant….
 Huh? Wait something doesn’t seem right.
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 In the year of 2013, the tide of zombies outbreak exploded in everyone homeland, humanity launches a large-scale battle in the endless nights awaiting for the arrival of the dawn.
 The end is approaching, is there going to be a way out for them?
 Their faiths were shattered into pieces and buried in ashes in the raging fire.
 But within the blazing fire, a newborn hope arise once again.
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 The phoenix led tens of thousands of birds as they flew over from the end of the horizon. Behind them, clouds akin to a sea of fire billowed as they swept by Chang’an. A golden winged roc perched on top of Xingqing Palace, its pupils reflecting the common people of the bustling Divine Land. Within the silence, dynasties rise and fall, while tides ebb and flow.
 Li Jinglong slowly dragged his body riddled with wounds, releasing a resplendent light from his hand as he kept approaching Hong Jun.
 “The living… are passing travelers…”
 His low voice resounded through the world, and within an instant, the black fog that enveloped the earth receded before the light.
 “The dead… return home without turning back.”
 That light is the blazing sun that illuminates the world, stars that twinkle in the night sky, an eternal heart lamp that pierces through the darkness.
 “The world…is a temporary inn. Since time immemorial, countless people have bewailed their short, bitter lives…”
 Li Jinglong closed his eyes and pressed one hand against Hong Jun’s forehead. A white light diffused with a whoosh, covering the battlefield littered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Within the shadow of that lamp, the debauchery in Pingkang, the parasol trees of the Exorcism Department bathing in the midsummer sun, the sand and swirling snow in the vast expanse beyond the Great Wall, Ah Tai’s clear singing voice, Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picking leaves in the early morning, Qiu Yongsi’s flying brush strokes that transforms into immortal poems in Li Bai’s cup–
 A young nobleman of Chang’an strolled through its eastern downtown,
 Riding a white horse with a silver saddle as he beamed.
 While traversing through Chang’an, flowers kept falling, where on earth is he going?
 Smiling, he enters a tavern where a foreign entertainer performs.
 (Last four lines are from a poem written by Li Bai used to ridicule hedonistic sons from rich families for their extravagant lifestyles.)
 A gong who has bad luck wherever he goes x a shou that can suck away the luck of the people around him
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