Two thousand years ago, the blood curse of Bashan began: a hundred thousand souls of the dead became a vengeful dragon! To resist the Qin army, the last shaman-priest of Ba burned through his own bloodline and unleashed a forbidden spirit-devouring curse. But it spiraled out of control, unleashing an apocalypse: the resentful souls of a hundred thousand soldiers and civilians merged with the earth's ley lines, and the evil dragon devoured bones as Bashan crumbled! The Great Shaman wept blood as he raised a stele, sealing it with his own body: “Descendants, keep this cavern sealed forever!” Two thousand years later, the flames of war darkened the sky. I shall use corpse fireflies to suppress the dragon's malice! Fujiwara Chizuru, head of the Japanese army's “Chrysanthemum Organization,” dug up my family's ancestral grave and stole the Yin Scroll that suppressed the Vengeful Dragon Cavern! Stone statues crumbled, iron chains snapped! The souls of a hundred thousand ancient corpses were about to break free and burn the city, while one roar from the evil dragon could wither the world! I drank the poisonous liquor brewed from corpse fireflies and carried my dying wife, Lin Xiaoman, on my back. She was not only the Japanese army's “living key,” but also a direct descendant of the shaman-priest whose actions caused the disaster! The golden silkworm gu in her chest resonated with the evil dragon. Demonic scales covered her body, turning her into a half-human, half-dragon vessel! My young son, Chen Yuanshan, had a “sword bone” growing along his spine, just like the Ba general who once fought the dragon, returned to this world! Ahead, the Green Bamboo Gang refined human pills to draw in a tide of corpses; behind me, the cold-eyed Tomb Guardians wiped down the cursed coffin! At the bottom of the Ten Thousand Gu Cavern, an infant's skeletal remains wept blood beneath the ancient stele of the shaman-priest! At the execution ground of the sworn brotherhood, a hundred puppets knocked at the door, summoning the spirits of Ba's heroes! And I, bound by the oath on the Soul-Guarding Stele, carved evil-suppressing talismans into a sheer cliff! Burned demonic gu in a pool of blood! Tore out my heart before the Tomb of the Ba King and fed it to the evil dragon! If Heaven forces me to choose, should I shatter my own son's sword bone to fill this thousand-year-old pit of corpses? Or burn the demonic bones in my wife's body to forge the key that unlocks the seal? I dipped my fingers in corpse poison and carved the final blood curse into my fractured bones: “What I suppress with this body is no hundred thousand corpses, but the sins of our ancestral shaman! If this peak falls, I shall make the evil dragon burn all three islands of Japan to the ground!”
