The autumn fog over Bonan Mountain carried a stench of blood. A Long, a nineteen-year-old hunter, only wanted to hunt a bear and take its gall to treat his gravely ill mother. Instead, he stumbled upon a frenzied black bear infested with bloodline worms.
The moment its claws tore into his arm, the ancestral beast-bone charm on his chest suddenly grew scorching hot. A pale golden dragon mark emerged on his forehead. He was a lost dragon descendant of Ailao, and the dragon blood dormant for a thousand years had awakened between life and death!
Dragon blood could cleanse every poison, and a dragon's might could suppress evil. But this was only the beginning: tree spirits imitated loved ones calling for help in the dead of night; bloodline worms writhed beneath villagers' skin; and Baiyue sorcerers swept through the villages with hordes of corpse-controlling worms. A Long finally learned that this was no ordinary mountain haunting. Baiyue was unleashing a world-ending tide of sorcery to drag Ailao into an inferno!
The remnant soul of the Dragon God whispered from a bronze coffin. Qing He, a Puren shamaness, resonated with the power of plants, while Li Yan, an envoy of the Eastern Han, offered aid with his military strategy. Even the Di and Qiang tribes rallied to help.
A Long gripped his blood-tempered stone spear, the dragon mark on his forehead shining bright. “I went from protecting my mother to protecting my people. I’ll put an end to this tide of sorcery!”
From then on, he shattered the poisonous miasma of the valley and stormed the Serpent God’s altar. Using dragon blood as his guide and bronze as his weapon, he carved a path through mountains of corpses and seas of sorcery, uncovering the ultimate secret behind a thousand years of enmity between Ailao and Baiyue!
