Language of the Dead
Beneath the Great Dao, none can escape. As the stars reverse their course, the Path of the Corpse rises in defiance of calamity. Throughout the ages, corpse fiends have wrought evil, but now, after the descendants of Xuanyuan, the Path of the Corpse emerges once more. With the advance of human civilization, exiled cultures return to the world's gaze, drawing all of humanity into a vast and inescapable vortex. Forced to the brink, the Path of the Corpse reopens. Ancient legends, long shrouded in myth, now reveal themselves anew before the eyes of the world. Primeval gods and demons, secrets lost to time, gradually unveil their enigmatic faces as the Xuanyuan Path of the Corpse pursues their mysteries. When the language of the dead echoes across the world, the galactic rivers are thrown into chaos. Civilizations rise and fall, teetering on the edge between destruction and rebirth…
Language of the Dead
Endless starry skies have always been a place people longed for and wished to understand, from ancient times to the present day. Against the night, the heavens shimmered with brilliance, the Milky Way stretched across the darkness, as though recording the totality of history.
Deep within the cosmos, beyond the endless blackness and eternal desolation, what else might there be? In that cold, empty void, did gods and demons once exist? And if so, what are they doing now?
Perhaps immortality lies at the farthest edge of the stars. Or perhaps, on the other side of the sky, there exists another self—a reflection, gazing silently upward at the same night, with innocent eyes that could cross the endless rivers of stars and meet your own.
A young girl’s gaze was pure and bright. She reached out toward the night sky, as though trying to grasp the imagined gaze she felt.
Beyond the reaches of the stars, all was withered and desolate. Wreckage of warships drifted aimlessly, a severely twisted and deformed hatch slowly floated past; three terrifying claw marks had raked deep gashes into its surface. On the other side of the hatch lay half the corpse of a brute beast, its monstrous visage frozen in a snarl, eyes wide as lakes, filled with both rage and unwillingness.
Farther off, a shattered celestial body was being stripped away by force fields, destined soon to become dust. The star that once blazed now dimmed, while savage beasts circled it. Fierce eyes swept across the void, where all around, other vicious beasts and black-armored beings drifted, unm
