Cathay Celestial Court

A severed arm. A gouged eye. On the precipice of corruption, he forged his own flesh into a weapon. The Dragon Emperor languishes in despair, the myriad races stand idle as spectators, and the Four Calamities press upon the borders. Alone, he caught the falling sky. Rain has lashed the planet Qinglin for a century—and for a hundred years, he has given it chase. This is not a hero's epic. This is the account of an ordinary mortal, tempering himself into a blade within the crucible of purgatory. Draw a deep breath before you turn the page. Welcome—to the dawn of the Nightmare.