A life of valor reaches for the sky.
The Eight Domains hear his mighty cry.
The Divine Light Mirror, a soul-shaking sight.
Han Wu descends to bathe the world in light.
In the void, space tore and shattered, adrift in a haze of Chaos Profound Qi.
The Divine Light Mirror, like a crystal of frost, hung high in the sky. It anchored the four corners of the world, suppressing the ferocious might of the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace and the Celestial Demon Banner.
Beneath the Divine Light Mirror, the Sub-Venerable Han Wu stood with his hands clasped behind him. His black hair flowed freely, and with its every movement, countless stars shattered and vanished.
He looked like a young man in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a tall, straight figure. His entire body was shrouded in a divine, frost-white radiance, like a Divine King descended upon the mortal realm to survey the Eight Domains and command the tides of fate.
He was, without a doubt, supremely powerful.
