Across a vast wasteland stood a towering palace. It was empty save for a stone throne at the far end, where a dry skeleton sat enthroned, upper body upright, arms resting on either side of the seat, like a king looking down upon all living beings.
The sun and moon raced by, clouds rose and fell. For ten thousand years, no one came to this desolate land.
Ten thousand years later, international mercenary Gao Yang happened upon an ancient bloodline inheritance, receiving a single drop of its essence.
From then on, he laughs proudly amid the mortal world and towers over all beneath the heavens, yet laments the fleeting nature of life in the embrace of love.
His path of slaughter begins.
As Gao Yang becomes increasingly embroiled in the power struggles of the martial world and the imperial court, a stirring and tragic tale from the past gradually comes to light...
Dry powder