The last emperor revered by the Pandaren, Emperor Shaohao, is depicted in the murals as a Mogu, the last Mogu emperor of the Iron Age.
Emperor Shaohao fought a tall Eredar Demons, much like Archimonde. Although he won and drove away the enemy, he was severely injured, and the Curse of Flesh within him went out of control.
The Mogu emperor didn't have time to enter petrification and turned into a Pandaren.
Meanwhile, the Mogu, due to the Curse of Flesh, finally withdrew from the stage of history, Pandaren, led by Emperor Shaohao, took over the banner of the Mogu and became the masters of this land.
Emperor Shaohao was the last emperor of the Mogu and the first emperor of the Pandaren.
Towards the end of Emperor Shaohao's reign, the Sundering, and ten thousand years ago, a great catastrophe occurred, causing Pandaria to separate from the other continents and become a separate continent.
To prevent the Burning Legion from invading again, Emperor Shaohao entered an ancient palace and activated a strange device, shrouding the entire Pandaria in mist.
Having accomplished all this, Emperor Shaohao passed away Anjing in the palace with a smile on his face.
The proud Pandaren could not accept this history and continued to protest loudly.
One of the clever Pandaren approached the mural and examined it closely.
"No, the paint on these murals has just dried. They're newly painted. Who forged these murals? Who lied to us?"
This discovery provides ample evidence for the Pandaren's pride.
"It turns out this mural was fake."
"The murals in the Mogu'shan Palace are all fake."
Why deceive us kind Pandaren?
The Pandaren were buzzing with discussion, speculating about the Blackhand behind it all. But before long, a dizzying sensation swept through the area, and all the Pandaren collapsed to the ground, fast asleep.
A Zandalari Trolls wearing a tall crown appeared atop the cauldron, followed by several followers.
"Look what I see! Hundreds of thousands of delicious military rations, or they wouldn't be bad as slaves."
A follower behind him said excitedly, "Zul Zul'jin, these Pandaren will definitely fetch a good price!"
The high-crowned Zandalari Trolls was none other than the infamous Dark Prophet Zul. Zul stroked his fangs and whispered, "I foresaw the calamity that befell the Zandalari Empire, and I also foresaw this harvest."
A Saurok appeared behind Zul and Pride said, "Guest, these Pandaren do not belong to you. King Xien has prepared a gift for you: five thousand Trolls."
Zul didn't seem to care and smiled, saying, "That's right, it was all in my prediction."
Many of the Pandaren, fast asleep, were shouting in their sleep that the Mogu were liars.
Zul said meaningfully, "The Pandaren stubbornly cling to their history, and so do I. Can resurrecting Emperor Archaeus from ten thousand years ago truly save the Zandalari Empire?"
Moved by the scene, Zul suddenly felt a slight wavering.
After passing through that strange spatial passage, Lao Xianglong felt a sense of disorientation. When everything Anjing down, Lao Xianglong opened his eyes and found himself in a huge cave.
On the walls of the cave, Magic Gems the size of human heads shimmered like twinkling stars.
In the very center of the cave lay a humanoid creature the size of a small mountain; even the ten-meter-tall King Xien looked like a Gnome compared to this creature.
Lao Xianglong guessed that this must be Ra-den, the Titan Keepers, Ra-den hands and feet were bound with thick chains, the other end of which was nailed to the wall.
Even Lao Xianglong could sense that these chains were just ordinary items, without any magic power, and absolutely incapable of binding a Titan Keepers.
It was less a form of imprisonment and more a form of self-exile.
Xien first warned in a low voice:
"Pandaren, you must remember this: you cannot deceive a Titan Keepers. Lies are meaningless before a great being who can see into the heart. If you deceive him, I cannot protect you."
Lao Xianglong nodded timidly. He could tell that Ra-den was by no means merciful, or that in his eyes, the tiny Pandaren were like insects.
Xien raised his voice and proclaimed, "Ra-den, the Titan Keepers Guardian of the Mogu, in accordance with an ancient covenant, Xien has come to seek your guidance."
Ra-den opened his eyes, glanced lazily at Xien, and yawned:
"Another hundred years have passed? Time flies so fast. What interesting things happened during my slumber? Oh, a Pandaren. I smell an unfamiliar scent on him, a creature from another world."
Ra-den suddenly became interested, all sleepiness vanished, and he sat up, looking down at Lao Xianglong.
Stared at by that terrifying gaze, Lao Xianglong collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed with fear and unable to utter a single word.
Xien whispered, "That's the smell of Orcs. The Orcs came from Draenor World, entered Azeroth through the Dark Portal, and brought endless disaster."
"Draenor," Ra-den asked with great interest, "Tell me quickly, what kind of world is it? How does it compare to Azeroth?"
Xien shrugged and said, "Draenor is a beautiful world, but I'm very sorry, not long ago, that world was in a state of near destruction and was slowly heading towards death."
Ra-den shook his head in disappointment and muttered to himself, "What a pity. I thought I could escape this cold cage. Ask me quickly if you have anything to say, I'm probably sleepy again."
Xien asked respectfully, "Legendary has it that Orcs are connected to the Elune. I'd like to know if Orcs flesh and blood can stop the Curse of Flesh? Could there be a trap involved?"
"You believe you've found Antidote, right?"
Ra-den held up two fingers, pinched Lao Xianglong's nose, smelled it carefully, and nodded.
"There are two familiar scents about Orcs: the Fel of the Burning Legion and the natural power of Elune. They can indeed stop the Curse of Flesh. Well, Xien, I can tell you whether there's a conspiracy involving Moon Goddess, but what will you offer in exchange?"
Xien was secretly surprised. Ra-den awoke once every hundred years, and under normal circumstances, after learning about the major events happening in the outside world, he would answer any questions and rarely make any demands for something in return.
Unless it's a highly significant secret.
Ra-den was most concerned with intelligence. The major events of recent years flashed through Xien's mind as he tentatively asked:
"The current situation of the five Dragon Aspects, the rise of the Scourge representing the Power of Death, the destruction of the World Tree Nordrassil, and the Battle of the Sunwell Plateau."
Ra-den smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was not interested in these things.
Lao Xianglong, emboldened by some unknown source, muttered to himself, "It's strange, why do some people want to enter Azeroth, while others dream of leaving?"
Xien shook his head in disappointment, thinking that Lao Xianglong was doomed.
Ra-den stared in astonishment at the audacious Pandaren, but ultimately refrained from killing him. He sneered, "Besides the Burning Legion, only Void Creatures have entered Azeroth. I long to escape this cage, but I have no desire to join the Void forces."
Lao Xianglong realized he had said the wrong thing and was so frightened that he could only stammer and remain silent.
Ra-den scrutinized Lao Xianglong's expression, his voice booming like Thunder: "Pandaren, you seem to know something?"
Xien nearby, warned, "If you don't want to die, you'd better confess now."
Lao Xianglong mustered his courage and whispered, "I've heard about a mysterious man named Wrathion, and everyone says he comes from some mysterious world."