The Jade Purity Chronicles

With a yellow turban wrapped around his head and a nine-jointed divine staff in his hand, Zhang Jiao raised his arm before the masses and shouted, "The Azure Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

Those eight words rang like thunder from the heavens, exploding through the murky air and tearing away the last flimsy scraps of dignity and decorum from the crumbling Eastern Han dynasty.

Yet the world saw only endless warfare and flames stretching to the horizon, never glimpsing the far more terrifying truth beneath the surface. The barrier protecting the human realm had already fallen. As imperial power waned, the dragon energy sustaining the land dispersed like mist. The monstrous spirits suppressed for millennia beneath the ley lines of the Nine Provinces caught the scent of blood and chaos spreading through the troubled age, burst from the earth, and began to revel without restraint.

This is an age of despair, when rites and music have fallen into ruin, and a hellish battlefield overrun by demons and monsters.