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

"The minister is without the Tao, strike him down."


"The lord is without the Tao, replace him."


"He is one of the palace masters of the World Academy, knowledgeable, and that is right."


"All those great Confucian scholars say that the Emperor is the Son of Heaven, a Saint; but if the Emperor truly were a Saint or the Son of Heaven, he wouldn't have the desires of sons and daughters, he wouldn't sneak out to visit brothels, he wouldn't have wet my clothes with his urine when he was two, nor would he cry and snivel when beaten for not wanting to read."


"So, the Emperor is also an ordinary person."


"Now, if scholars say saints err not, each and every one of them is a treacherous official."


Li Guanyi was dumbfounded and said, "Elder, these words are somewhat..."


Chen Chengbi dismissed it, "Great heresy, right?"


"That's what my father said back then. That's why he didn't leave me the throne."


Chapter 114: Martial Arts Can Connect to the Divine, Former Subordinates of Taiping Duke_3