The mountains are all ink-colored.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. 
The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.
To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.
This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.
What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?
Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'
The Zhou Family Troupe,
is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

Wandering Gods of Day and Night

In the car, Si Yuer and Zhou Xuan were chatting away happily—at least, that's how she felt.


Si Yuer loved wuxia novels, longing for stories of gallant roamers riding through the jianghu, blending chivalry with poetic romance.


Zhou Xuan began recounting "Heroic Legend of the Condor Heroes" to her,


"In that unnamed dynasty, there were five supreme martial artists, collectively known as East Heretic, West Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Central Divine..."


"East Heretic Huang Yaoshi, exceptionally gifted, a master of weaponry, literature, arithmetic, strategy, medicine, and astrology—there was nothing he didn't excel at. His Finger Snapping Divine Skill and Luoying Divine Sword Palm allowed him to dominate the jianghu..."


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