This is an unknown age of antiquity, when the ancestors were more distant than Yan and Huang. The land stretched endlessly, and bloodlust filled the skies.
This is a tragic era for humanity, when the hundred races were more vicious than evil spirits. Flames consumed cities, and bloodied battles raged everywhere.
This is the story of a mighty soul asleep for a billion years, and of a passion hotter than sunlight: fighting across the eight wildernesses, staining the nine heavens with blood.
Here, humanity trusts only itself. They seek no immortals, worship no gods, and pay no respects to Buddha, because they are all enemies!
