Whoosh… Under the dim moonlit skies, a soft gale swept through the desert located at the very top of the Yin Mountains.

Zhao Yun sat on top of a stone platform within the ruins of the Martyr’s Shrine, while his hands rested on an empty scabbard located right in front of him. The parts of the scabbard that touched the ground left traces of complex arrangements of Yin Talismans on the ground, almost as though the scabbard was an otherworldly existence.

The wind swept through the gaps in the ruins, howling like a chorus of a thousand ghosts, and gently tousling Zhao Yun’s hair like a group of playful poltergeists.

Darkness shrouded the entire mountaintop, and everything was as still as the silence before the storm. Countless pairs of eyes lay hidden in the shadows below, staring intently at the Martyr’s Shrine with a ferocious gleam in their eyes.

The surging murderous intent from the shadows engulfed the entire mountaintop, filling it with a tense silence. A second later, the voice of the alter ego erupted from within the Martyr’s Shrine, “Why bother?”

“The sons and daughters of the great Tengri are brave warriors, and they respect brave warriors like them. If you’re willing to defect and submit to me, I’m willing to swear on the name of the great Tengri that I’ll never purge your soul! In fact, I’ll see to it that your name spreads far and wide beyond the limits of this country!”

“This is the promise that I, Emperor Taizu of Yuan, Genghis Khan, am willing to give to you. You are a rare hero, one that is worthy of respect!”

Zhao Yun smiled.

He was a handsome man with...