On the corpse of the old Han Dynasty, lust for power dances with evil gods. Xuanjia Chongshan points to the abyss. Chang'an is dead. Imperial power turned to ashes.
The blood and fire of the witchcraft disaster burned away the last dignity of the prosperous age. The once illustrious imperial capital turned into a giant corpse lying in the middle of the pass. Snow-covered bones piled up into new streets, and corpse moss corroded the carved beams of Changle Palace like cursed moss. And deep in the Weiyang Palace, the core of the rotten capital, the last immortal guard has been awakened.
He was covered in black armor, his body was heavy and his bronze face was drooping. Thousands of years have failed to corrupt the body of Wei Qing, the famous general under Emperor Wu, but have tempered his loyal soul into an immortal living corpse that only knows how to kill. Together with the skeletal Yin soldiers who were burning with green soul fire all over the ground, he guarded in deathly silence the last remnants of the Han Dynasty's dragon energy - the secret treasure "dragon fetus" buried deep under the dragon chair.
But troubled times do not allow old ghosts to rest in peace. Huo Guang, the powerful prime minister of the new dynasty, led the imperial army to break through the palace gate, hoping to seize the dragon fetus and inherit the destiny. He held the red flame jade seal refined by the alchemist of the previous dynasty, and the blazing light of Yang Gang burned the death energy surging around Wei Qing's body. The ambition of the living and the obsession of the dead collide!
"The rise and fall of the Han Dynasty has nothing to do with our corpses."
Wei Qing raised the tip of his palm, and his ice-cold eyes reflected the moldy dragon chair.
However, Huo Guang's fangs are far more terrifying than his treason. When the young prince Liu Xun burst into tears and asked, "How can the common people in the world be blamed?", The prime minister tore into pieces the mask of a human minister and showed his true madness——
"Then use Chang'an as your salary to feed 'them' underground!"
The evil wind roared in an instant! The eternal night wind and snow carried the shadows of billions of evil spirits underground and crashed through the palace door! The ancient existence that was disturbed
