The Imperial Pass

Ten thousand li of scorched earth, a ruined pass wreathed in beacon fires.

The Great Wilderness hangs isolated, flowers embroidered in the mist.

Plant martial arts in the dantian, ascend to immortality through transformation.

And now,

the border is in peril, and the beacon fires have been lit.

Are you all still there?

Let your blood run hot. For this world, for all living things under Heaven, for this final pass, fight to the death!