Lost through time and separated, Shāng Bú Huàn finds himself present at the creation of the Shén Huì Mó Xiè weapons, while Làng Wū Yáo is forced to confront a traumatic moment from his recent past.
I can almost hear the cries of the restless 
dead who struggled for control of them.
Ich höre die Schreie der Toten,
die darum gekämpft haben.
J’entendrais presque les cris de ceux
qui se sont entretués pour l’obtenir.