In the dying years of the dynasty, the land descends into chaos.
The nobles bleed the people dry, while demons feast on flesh and blood.
Ji Yun, a long saber on his shoulder and a head in his arms, looks up at the gods who have sent down divine punishment. With a grave expression, he says, ", reaching the divine realm through martial arts was all thanks to my own hard work."
After speaking, he looks toward the screen of light floating in the air.
