Tang Dynasty 40K: High Tang Warriors Unleash Their Light Blades

The Han Emperor prized beauty and yearned for a woman who could topple a kingdom, yet after ruling for many years, he could not find one. This matter is also recorded in The Song of Everlasting Sorrow.

In ancient times, the war in heaven between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou set the stars ablaze across the Milky Way. At the transition from Shang to Zhou, the Investiture War laid the foundation for the Celestial Court of the Chanjiao.

Now, it is the thirtieth millennium of the Great Tang's rule over the universe.

Ever since An Lushan's great rebellion, the emperor of the Star Han, the Han Emperor, has sat withered for countless years in White Jade Capital on the Diamond Earth.

People say that the Star Han is now plagued by three great heavenly disasters:

The first is the demon race, which hates Life.

The second is the witch race, trapped by Disease.

The third is the Jie Church, fleeing from Old Age.

Yet in the eyes of others, the immortal Han Emperor, who commands the stars of the heavens and countless billions of common people, is the terrifying fourth heavenly disaster of the entire universe. The Han Emperor's military spearhead is the qi practitioners loyal to the Celestial Court.

Following the doctrines of the Chanjiao passed down from the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, power and wealth are transferred down through the ranks along the lines of military force. The four hundred fief armies formed by qi practitioners gallop across the Milky Way from north to south, suppressing the entire Star Han until it is as stagnant as dead water.

Yet on a tiny frontier star, a tiny spark is about to ignite the flames of war across the universe. The Burning Heaven Divine Weapon, which appeared here during the Battle of Zhuolu, is about to reappear and once again set the stars of the Milky Way ablaze.

The person who commands the divine weapon, however, appears to be a young man, while possessing unfathomable depths of intellect. He will decide where these rising flames will burn.

"The golden cores that shape qi practitioners are in my hands, and there are as many as beans. Guess who the common people will follow?"

"There isn't much time left. Come, let's count your black accounts one by one. Crying? Crying counts as time too!"