Lord of the Nine Stars

Cold stars reflect halberds, the moon shines on bows; dragons and phoenixes rattle through a snowy night.

A paper-thin path to fame lies beyond thousands of mountains, while silver flowers and burning trees light up the homeland.

"I, Rong Taotao, will one day become the master of those nine stars."

That year, a boy with a small backpack, naturally curly hair on his head, and a fangtian huaji in his hand said this on the rooftop.