On the corpse of the old Han dynasty, lust for power dances with evil gods. Wherever the black-armored, heavy-shafted spear points, the abyss awaits. Chang’an is dead. Imperial power has turned to ash.
The flames and blood of the witchcraft calamity consumed the last vestiges of the golden age. The once-glorious imperial capital now lies like a gigantic corpse across Guanzhong. Snow-covered bones pile up to form new streets, while corpse moss, like cursed mossy robes, eats away at the carved beams of Changle Palace. At the heart of the decaying capital, deep within Weiyang Palace, the last undying guardian has awoken.
Clad in black armor, his heavy spear driven into the ground, his bronze, withered face bowed. A thousand years have failed to rot the body of Wei Qing, the famed general who served Emperor Wu, but they have tempered his loyal soul into an undead corpse that knows only slaughter. Alongside skeletal soldiers whose bones burn with ghostly green flames, he stands guard in the silence over the last remnant of Han imperial energy: the secret treasure “Dragon Womb,” buried beneath the Dragon Throne.
But in an age of chaos, old ghosts cannot rest. Huo Guang, the powerful minister of the new dynasty, leads imperial guards through the palace gates, intent on seizing the Dragon Womb to secure Heaven’s Mandate. In his hand is a crimson flame jade seal forged by occultists of the former dynasty. Its blazing yang light burns away the deathly aura surging around Wei Qing. The ambition of the living and the obsession of the dead crash together!
“The rise and fall of the Han dynasty have long ceased to matter to bones like ours.”
Wei Qing raises the tip of his spear. His icy eyes reflect the mold-spotted Dragon Throne.
But Huo Guang’s fangs are far more terrifying than usurpation. When the young emperor Liu Xun cries out in anguish, “What have the people of this land done to deserve this?” the chancellor tears away his mask of loyalty and reveals his true madness:
“Then let Chang’an be the kindling, and feed the things beneath the earth!”
In an instant, a fierce yin wind howls! The shadows of countless evil spirits beneath the earth crash through the palace gates, borne on the snow and wind of the eternal night! The ancient beings stirred awake within
