Luoyang, Imperial Palace.
"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Homeland!"
The burly, one-armed man bowed his head in piety.
Enthroned in the void, the Immortal Mother spoke indifferently:
"Dong Zhuo, the Han Dynasty's fortune is nearly spent, but not quite. You shall use this Celestial Son to command the Dukes of the realm and punish the disloyal. Do you understand?"
"I shall obey the Mother of Non-Birth's command!"
Dong Zhuo kowtowed heavily, murmuring to himself:
'Use the waning fortune of the Han Dynasty to punish the disloyal, command the realm, command the realm...'
"Good."
The Immortal Mother spoke calmly:
"You shall strike the Taiping Sect to the east, attack the Five-Dou Rice Sect to the south, and revere the White Lotus Sect to the west... Today, all the disloyal have gathered outside Hulao Pass. Go, attack them, and kill them."
A troubled and bitter look appeared on Dong Zhuo's face.
