Step Over My Corpse

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, wars erupted everywhere. The various warlords waged war without restraint, leaving corpses strewn across the wilderness and rivers of blood. Resentment piled up across the mountains and rivers, and cries of grief shook heaven and earth. The people suffered beyond measure, driven from their homes and left to wander.

Yet every age of chaos gives rise to monsters. Shrouded in corpses, brutality, and resentment, the evil thoughts of millions of people gathered to form a great demon. It had a green face and fangs, stood over five zhang tall, and was wrapped in black mist. Wherever it went, plague spread. It could move mountains, breathe ghostly flames, and command tens of thousands of ghosts and monsters beneath its feet. It dwelled on Tongyou Mountain and called itself the