Xuanjian: The Chaos Dice

On the shores of Wangyue Lake, the Jiang family was annihilated—all save a single surviving branch, who took the name Jiang to conceal their heritage. The realm of Jade Truth remains elusive, and one’s cultivation of the Cold and Mansion paths is rarely a matter of choice. Bound by the cycles of Xuanlin, Foliu, and Shuoyu, they could only drift with the current. It was beneath Great Li Mountain that a true method was found, and as winter’s frost deepened, the Shuoyu rains took form. The myriad Violet Mansions looked on with cold indifference—would this one ever ascend to their rank? Upon the lake, snow and sleet fell, yet the bonds of blood proved unbreakable; thus, to enter the Dao, one must first sever them. Above the lake, the Xuanjian shone with azure light, and in hand, a single chaos die became the one variable that could overturn fate. In a dream of golden millet, one sought the path of cultivation—and found that even the crooked and deviant ways could still be walked.