Mottled warm light fell across Xia Lun's eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes.
The moment light entered his pupils, a lilting violin sounded beside his ears. A faint sense of weightlessness accompanied it as images of light and shadow flashed past.
Yellow sand whipped through the air beneath a blazing sun. Weathered ruins lay half-buried beneath the rolling dunes, mysterious and alluring.
A fierce wind stung his skin. Desiccated corpses brandished curved blades, the soul flames in their eyes sharp and menacing.
In Evil Serpent City, black sand covered the ground. Dancer and Iron Mask stood pressed close together, facing down the Undead.
Beneath the dreamlike haze of the Verdant Road, lush vines hung low and running water chimed sweetly. A scar-faced old man rode a white camel, holy and mysterious.
Crowds surged. Sweat rolled down faces twisted with ecstasy, while dilated pupils reflected the greedy, uncanny gazes of others, like thin shadows.
Coins churned. Countless Perth Coins clinked and rolled through the shadow of a lie before coming to rest beneath a large, long-fingered hand, their gleam dazzling.
The play of light and shadow paused. The next instant, the scene changed violently!
The setting sun was red as blood. The mountain-sized Deer of Abundance towered into the clouds, draining the life from everything around it. An overwhelming army of Undead swept in from the horizon, while the Black Sandstorm swung wildly like a giant hammer...
An unremarkable leader raised a tattered battle flag and rode his bony horse straight toward the "Divine Punishment Light Wall," without a moment's hesitation!
Philos Arne, Golden Sand Midnight, Living Corpse Proud Sun, Knowledge Proud Sun—one enemy after another reappeared, only to fall again. The Ashen Pact Record, which represented his remaining lifespan, burned furiously.
At last, it all became the greatsword the "Conqueror"