Synopsis:
Tianbao Period.
Kong Hongjun, a young man who was ignorant of worldly affairs, came to Chang'an with three important tasks and entered the Great Tang's Exorcist Department. Inside the department, he led a ragtag group of yao-vanquishing experts together with Li Jinglong, commander of the Longwu Army.
And this, is the story of how they wrote out the Great Tang's Yao-vanquishing Records.
Synopsis:
Amidst the Silence of All Magic in the Divine Land, Mara is about to descend.
In order to prevent the destruction of the Divine Land and save all the people, Chen Xing, the last exorcist, embarks on a journey to release the sealed spiritual qi of heaven and earth —— only four years remain.
The road ahead is full of thorns. Watch this cute little koi Chen Xing and the moody and grumpy Protector Xiang Shu, together with numerous people with distinct personalities in their group, working together to turn the tide again and again!
Synopsis:
From the end of the horizon, a phoenix led millions of birds in flight. Behind it, a sky filled with billowing clouds that looked like a sea of flames skimmed over Chang’an. A golden-winged peng perched loftily atop the roof of the Xingqing Palace. In its eyes was reflected the splendor of the common people who lived in this Divine Land. In silence, dynasties rose and fell, and the tides ebbed and flowed.
Li Jinglong dragged along his wound-riddled body. From the palm of his hand, a brilliant light shone as he relentlessly drew closer to Hongjun.
“The living… are merely passing travelers…”
His deep voice resounded through the depths of the world, as the black fog that covered the sky and blanketed the earth receded before that light.
“The dead… return to their eternal homes.”
That light was the blazing sun that illuminated the heavens and the earth. It was the light of the stars that twinkled in the night sky. It was an everlasting Heart Lamp that pierced through the darkness.
“The heavens and the earth are… an inn; for all our grief we inevitably return… to dust.”
Li Jinglong closed his eyes, placing one hand on Hongjun’s forehead. The white light dispersed, illuminating the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood that filled the battlefield. In the shadows cast by the light of that lamp, the memories came: the flamboyant debauchery in Pingkang Li, the parasol tree in the Exorcism Department bathing in the light of the summer sun, the swirling sand and fluttering snow of Saiwai, the clear, spring-like sound of A-Tai’s song, the new green leaves that Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picked, the flying brushstrokes of Qiu Yongsi’s pen, which evolved into immortal verses that graced Li Bai’s cup —
A young nobleman strolled through the Eastern Market of Chang’an,
Enjoying the breeze as he rode his white horse on a silver saddle.
After admiring the falling flowers, where does he like to go?
He smiles as he enters a Hu-run wine shop.
Synopsis:
In the tides of time, humans have lost their status as the sole intelligent species among tens of thousands.
What they gained in exchange was a city of steel that rose in the eastern part of the Central Mainland, and a man-made god they called “Father”.
Regimes run by machines have taken over the world. On this astrological petri dish left behind by the ancient Creator, the young human slave, A-Ka, picked up a black-haired man on the beach of a lonely, deserted ocean…
The Astrolabe world will be once again reborn. And as for the humans, clones, and machines, what paths will they tread towards the future?
Synopsis:
His name was Duan Ling. He used to be nothing more than an illegitimate child with humble beginnings. As a child he had his fill of neglect and torment until a mysterious man named Lang Junxia took him away from the Duans. Lang Junxia fed him, put him in school, and made him a new home. Lang Junxia told him that when the peach trees blossom his dad would come get him.
Then his dad really did come. He was far more impressive than Duan Ling imagined, far more dashing, far more omnipotent. It turned out that Duan Ling wasn’t a bastard whose paternal lineage was in question after all. In his veins flowed the most noble Han imperial blood, and the empire was supposed to belong to him.
But in troubled times, with the beacons of war lit in all four corners of the world, his dad said everyone had a destiny that befit them, and their destiny was the way of benevolent rule, that was why they could never remain content with their little corner of he world. They were destined … to carry the enmity of an invaded empire, to bear the pain of losing their homeland; to live as the self required.
Synopsis:
From the boundless expanses of Lake Chao to where it meets the army of the Chi Bi.
From the childhood promise sealed with a knot of hair to the 40-year old lingering dream of home in Jiangdong.
From a singular kite hovering in the sky, to the sound of the qin echoing over a hundred li, across the river lit by the scorching sunset...
East flows the mighty river, sweeping away the heroes of time past...
I dream of Gongjin in his day, with his new bride, the Lord Qiao's younger daughter, dashing and debonair.
Ah, this life is a dream, let me drink to the moon floating in the river...
Original poem here.
Synopsis:
Immortal arts, magic weapons, magical powers, and the boundless spiritual qi between heaven and earth vanished into obscurity overnight, and all exorcists turned to mere mortals.
Three hundred years later, the Five Hus traversed the pass, it was 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 —— the collapse of the Divine Land is 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 sixteen-year-old young man, who will end his life on his twentieth birthday, embarked on a journey to reclaim the spiritual qi of heaven 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.
Synopsis:
“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 sIave 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.