They thought the emperor died ten centuries ago. They were wrong. In the saga of The Dragon Empress of Mount Tai, shadows stretched long across the stone arches as danger closed in.
Banished into the imperial dungeon after her clan was framed, a mute martial artist awakens the bloodline of the jade dragon empress. The hour had arrived where retreat was no longer an option. Every breath burned like swallowed embers.
Footsteps echoed along the narrow passageway. Ahead lay the threshold that had claimed every soul that dared enter before.
"You shouldn't have returned," a voice rasped from the darkness, thick with venom and ancient spite.
With a quiet breath, power began to gather in the center of their chest, hummed with dangerous resonance.
The crown floated into his outstretched hand, burning with the heat of a newborn star.
The bell tolled in the distance. The next battle had already begun.