After nearly a thousand years I've had a good run.  I've seen my children grow up to be heroes and my grandchildren grow up to be soldiers and my great-grandchildren grow up to be writers and artists telling tales of their great-grandfather and grandfathers.  I have only one regret--I have no true disciple.  Each and every student I've taken has been diligent, courageous and hard-working (whether they wanted to or not), but none have sought to surpass me.  I am not some insurmountable freak of nature.  None have taken the Chimera school of martial arts to new heights.  Perhaps those who would have aspired to do so died bloody premature deaths.  At best, my brightest students developed innovative side branches I quickly mastered.

I consulted my friend, Guru Pathik, and he's right.  Death is no excuse to stop refining and developing my art.  I simply had to come up with a way to continue raising a grand disciple even after death.  Perhaps in a thousand or two thousand years a worthy disciple shall appear from my Chimera School, and I need to be ready to raise them up.  Ideally I could entrust it to the sect I founded and my personal disciples, but most of my personal disciples are long dead and the sect has been commercialized into an adventurer training center.  I need to ignite passion into the hearts of the young if I hope to see future generations see Martial Arts as more than just a means to a fancy title or monster trophy.

That's why I gathered 9 of the Sacred Seal treasures and built this tomb.  It will be like a candle flame and the acolytes will be my moths. I shall inspire and mold dreamers with challenges and thrilling trials within.  A few may die if they grow careless or arrogant, but most will be able to retreat and go on dreaming of the greater treasures that lie within.  Treasures like my gauntlets of chaos, and the flame of eternity.  If any of you hope to seize my most precious possession--my pendant--they will need to realize something more important, though.

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They will need to open their eyes and notice that the true treasure is not the equipment or enchantments within, but the writing carved with passionate care into the walls themselves.  They contain my physical techniques, my ki abilities, and my core meditation arts.  The tomb diver who ignores them will not make it very far.  If you follow them, though, you will find yourself growing in power by leaps and bounds.

Before each prize, I left a piece of myself.  A mere shadow supported by a fragment of my heart ki.  It will protect the deeper areas from the unworthy and help care for the native cave monster species I have gathered.

Unfortunately, I am not sure how long such a tomb will last.  Will the elements wear it away after a few hundred years.  Will humans conquer it in a bare decade and then leave it empty as a mausoleum to the great Chimera Martial Arts.  I will hope for the best and leave this world peacefully knowing that if there is a worthy man to follow me and he seeks the strength beyond all reason and beyond all that came before--he can find it.  It exists in this world waiting for him carved upon the walls of my tomb. 

I am nearing the end of my unnatural life expectancy, so to you, my family both adopted and blood related, I ask only that if there are willing souls who seek to learn that you point them towards my tomb.

--Lu Bai Xiong, Transforming White Bear and Grandmaster of the Chimera Martial Arts School