Civilização esquecida, mundo oculto nas brumas. Anseio eterno no coração, sentimentos profundos guardados no íntimo. Anéis estelares circundam a terra, a luz dos tempos carrega a chama inextinguível que ilumina os céus, e as criaturas que rastejam na escuridão enfim encontrarão a libertação. (Esta história é puramente fictícia; qualquer semelhança é mera coincidência!)
The sky was shrouded in gray, and the planet Tianchen Star revolved at its own deliberate pace around its sun. The land was boundless, accompanied within its gravitational embrace by three satellites. One of these moons drifted perilously close to Tianchen Star’s surface, bearing its own ring, upon which the meteorites seemed ever loyal to their satellite. Even when skimming the very edge of Tianchen Star’s domain, these meteors were never captured, steadfastly orbiting their mother moon.
Upon Tianchen Star stretched vast territories, home to a multitude of powers and races thriving upon its soil. Though friction and the reshuffling of lands occurred through the centuries, the many peoples, bound by the desire to coexist, ensured this world never faced true annihilation.
The Central Land of the eastern hemisphere was one such realm—a land once ruled by four successive Emperors in distant ages past. Time had worn on, but the nation’s ancient grandeur remained undimmed. The Central Land brimmed with talent and vitality: flowers and trees flourished, birds, beasts, insects, and fish abounded. Humanity governed the realm, while all races sought harmony in diversity, embracing one another. Stories of beauty and valor unfolded every moment, as the people wielded their deep-rooted culture to attune all things, sustaining the balance of life.
Many factions were scattered throughout the Central Land, among which the Daoist Sect stood as a native power, nurturing its people, enlightening generation after generation. The moon’s ring now rested above the territory