My name is Chu Jue, the last caretaker of the Martyrs’ Cemetery in Huaxia.
The Civilization Arena opened, and the gods of the West descended. Huaxia lost nine battles in a row, and the destruction of our people was only moments away.
Everyone laughed at me. Guarding a mountain full of desolate graves, they said, was nothing but a joke.
Until the day a false god from the West stormed into the cemetery and trampled the last veteran who had come to pay his respects.
“Your martyrs are nothing but a pile of dry bones.”
I wiped the blood from the old man’s lips and lit a stick of incense before the mountain of tombstones.
“Ancestors, it’s time to emerge from the abyss.”
The [Divine Sacrifice: Ten Thousandfold Return System] awakened!
The God of War, Bai Qi, strode forth from the mists of history.
The Hegemon, Xiang Yu, shattered the stars with a single sweep of his halberd.
The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, smashed the heavens with a single strike of his staff.
From the Hall of the Myriad Gods to the abyss of the universe, all who set foot in Huaxia would have their blood offered as a sacrifice to our heroic spirits.
My name is Chu Jue, guardian of Huaxia’s tombs.
“Huaxia lies ahead. Gods are forbidden to pass.”
