In an age of chaos, be less than human and you become a demon!
Juqu Wuhui, prince of the Great Liang, inherited the fierce spirit of his ancestors' iron cavalry, yet his heart was steeped in the ink of the Han classics. With a three-foot sword in hand, he rose amid the beacon fires of Liangzhou, united Hexi, and subdued the Western Regions. His black-armored cavalry surged like dragons through the Helan Mountain passes, their thunderous hooves shattering the desert's lonely smoke.
Across a lifetime of war-torn journeys:
The beacon towers of Qin River flared and faded beneath his horse's hooves; the ancient bronzes of Xia Yu rang beneath his sword's glint.
A thousand miles of Yan and Zhao territory split apart on his battle maps, while the misty rain of the southern lands fell beneath his banners.
At last, he reined in his horse by the shores of the Qionghai Sea. In the time it took to look around, the flames of war across the realm had died away.
Where his sword pointed, the tribes of the northern peoples bowed and submitted;
where his banners advanced, the mountains and rivers of Huaxia were united once more.
His achievement would endure for millennia, towering like Kunlun above the world;
Across the endless skies of ages, a splendid realm stretched far and wide.
