Beastmaster of Ten Thousand Beasts

He woke beneath the blade, reborn as an outcast of the Northern Wilderness tribe. They threw him into a mountain range teeming with ferocious beasts and left him to die. Everyone thought he would meet the same fate as those exiled before him: torn apart by wolves and buried beneath the snow, his name soon forgotten. But he survived. As golden light burst from the space between his brows, an ancient tome slowly unfolded in his sea of consciousness. It held the forbidden secrets of the lost ancient shamanic path, an answer the world had long forgotten. The first wolf opened its eyes beneath the moonlight. The first stronghold raised its wooden walls on the wasteland. When he first faced a powerful enemy, his wolf fought to the death without retreating. He thought this was only the beginning. He did not know what was sealed in the depths of Guixu. He did not know what destiny lay within the ancient blood flowing through his veins. He did not know that eyes which had watched from the darkness for thousands of years had already fixed on him. He knew only one thing The source of the ancient shamanic path was not hidden in any ruin. The Shaman Gods who shattered the void and reached the heavens through their bloodlines had left their final secret in the deepest reaches of his blood. And he had only just found the door.