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

"Once you enter the realm and break through three gates, you can advance further to the second layer,"


"You can serve as a colonel in the army, and in ordinary martial arts sects, this already counts as above a steward, responsible for various affairs in different regions. The strongest martial artist in the average city is also of this level."


The elder smiled and encouraged, "Guan Yi, you're only thirteen, and you won't be fourteen for another two months."


"With your talent and intelligence, you can achieve this level before you turn eighteen."


Xue Shuangtao scolded, "Grandfather, he's already a colonel."


The elder laughed, "Ha-ha-ha, yes, yes, he is a colonel, but this seventh-rank Zhenwei colonel position typically belongs to martial artists who can command the respect of others at this rank. During combat, they lead three to five hundred soldiers, fifty men in a squad, including dozens of entered-realm squad leaders, thirty centurions."


Chapter 63: Zither Sound Moves the Myriad Laws_2