Stars fell and became the Nine Cauldrons. A thousand years of war burned away the dragon veins of eighty-one dynasties. In an age of chaos cursed by Heaven, Taotie devours the moon, ghost soldiers devour souls, and an emperor's spirit weeps blood. In the golden palace, the powerful smile as they move their pieces. Beneath the altar to Heaven, a young man shatters three thousand years of Heaven's chains. His name was erased from the history books, but he is the last survivor of the previous dynasty. His black-armored cavalry tramples mountains and rivers, while his unbending spine measures the heavens. With the flames of war as his brush, he writes a defiant law proclaiming, “The people are supreme.” He will either ascend the blood-red throne, or burn the bones of emperors for candles to light the thorny road toward a world where all people stand as equals beneath the same sky. When the dragon veins roar in his palm, thunder splits the heavens for thirty thousand miles. The godslayer raises his blade. This is the final chapter of the old world, the first year of Great Unity!
