Yan ZK

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.
Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.
At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.
Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.
Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!
Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
"I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

Peace Order

Vast, immense, a universe of stars, yet I alone exist.


Before me, a boundless expanse of white seemed to bury Li Guanyi completely, dispersing his consciousness back to his true form. It was akin to the earliest era when ancient people would gaze up at the starry sky in a daze. Li Guanyi's consciousness seemed about to leave this state and plunge into a pure dream.


But just at that moment, a zither sound he had heard countless times after years of playing echoed again in Li Guanyi's mind.


It was a trace and imprint left in the depths of the divine soul after years of relentless practice.


It had become the most genuine existence, such that even if Li Guanyi's consciousness became chaotic, the music would not vanish. This is the so-called "Zither Heart," considered in All Schools to be somewhat useless in troubled times, yet as precious as the "Taoist Heart."


Chapter 55 Above the Heavenly Four Symbols