Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
这里死过一样东西，大得无从掩埋。 天地尽头曾有一场大战。神赢了，却赢得极惨，胜负落定之后，这片荒野便堆满了残躯，无人收殓，有的却仍在动。其中一个无头而行，斧盾高举，仍向那早已胜他千百年的苍天挥砍。他叫刑天，为争神而败。其上盘旋着应龙，一头曾替神赢下那场战争的巨龙，只因它中途反噬同袍，饮袍泽之血自壮，便被逐出天际，那片天，再不肯收留它。 这里有一种血肉，食之非但不能强身，反会将你变成你所吞食之物：它的怒，它的毁，以及一切焚尽之后残留下来的东西。 没人为求力而来此乱葬岗。他们前来，只因这荒野之中，有什么正在唤着他们的名。
Something died here, something too great to ever be buried. At the edge of the world, there was once a great war. The gods won, but at terrible cost. When the fighting ended, this wasteland was left strewn with corpses and no one left to bury them. One walks these plains without a head, axe and shield raised, still striking at the heavens that defeated him long ago. His name is Xing Tian. He fought for godhood and lost. Above him circles Ying Long, a dragon that once helped the gods win that war. But when it turned against its own kind and drank the blood of its comrades to strengthen itself, it was cast from the heavens. The flesh here will not make you stronger. Eat it, and you become the thing you consumed: its rage, its ruin, and everything left behind after all else has burned away. No one comes to this graveyard seeking power. They come because something in The Ruin is calling their name.