The thousand-year reign of the Purple Green Kingdom shattered like glass under the siege of countless races.
I watched with my own eyes as my father was torn apart by enemies, my wife's skull pierced by a magical artifact, and my young son grow cold as he curled up in the shadows.
I couldn't save them…
I didn't have the power to save them…
The moment this war began, the myriad races cast curses upon me, sealing my cultivation and reducing me to a mere mortal.
In my grief and rage, my younger brother charged toward the pursuing enemies, detonating the last remnants of the Purple Green Kingdom's fortune.
And he poured that fortune into me.
As I drowned in that surge of fortune, I saw countless pairs of eyes—
The gazes of my dead kin, my subjects, all watching me from beyond the river of time.
I will have my vengeance!
…
The thousand-year-old Purple Green Kingdom shattered more easily than a glass cup.
