The Abyssal Void splits the land, and all races spy on the heavens!
In the pre-Qin era, exiles from another realm accidentally trespassed into a starfield barrier. Spiritual energy began to seep in, calamity took root, and they schemed to turn Blue Star into a slave planet, its people into slaves…
The First Emperor laid the Eight Trigrams Formation to Suppress the Void, using the Great Wall stretching thousands of miles as its spine and the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks as its eyes. Countless cultivators sacrificed their lives in a blood ritual, while he himself merged with the formation’s core. The Imperial Seal carried his will, and emperors across the ages who passed its trials entered the river of China’s destiny, suppressing the dragon veins and guarding the realm for all eternity.
A hundred generations passed, but loyal souls never faded. Yue Fei stood against invaders with spear in hand; Liangyu guarded the frontier with her sword. Though they died, their spirits endured, forging one hundred and eight divine weapons to suppress the Void. They hid the seed of the Vermilion Bird’s nirvana flame within their blades, waiting for the day the realm crumbled, when the spark would burn again.
In the modern era, spiritual energy surged once more. The Dragon Abyss Army built a wall with flesh and blood, guarding the borders of the Abyssal Void and protecting the lights in countless homes.
Wen Mengchu, captain of the Fifth Scout Squad, led his team deep into a vast-sea-class Abyssal Void. To seize a supreme treasure that gathered spiritual energy and cover his comrades’ escape, he resolutely opened the Eighth Gate of Fate: the Gate of Death.
He burned through his lifespan and wrung out every last drop of his potential, rising from the sixth rank to the peak of the ninth. For five glorious hours, he fought at full strength, slaying the Void Beasts and breaking through the encirclement.
He knew he would be reduced to ashes, yet he had no thought of retreat. A man gives his life to defend his homeland; why should he need his corpse brought home wrapped in a horse’s hide?
He inherited the legacy of the forebears and answered the ancient call of the spark…
China has never had miracles descend from the heavens. Generation after generation, people have only pressed forward and given their lives for the cause, passing the flame from one to the next.
Beneath the starry sky, we look up, until at last our sparks set the entire cosmos ablaze!
