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

"To draw a sword and dare to rebel against the world alongside townsfolk who butcher pigs, sell vegetables, and talk idly, is simply a death wish."


"They would fight their way back to the big army for an abandoned son; they would stand at the forefront, fighting with all their might for their blood brothers, forsaking an emperor-like grand undertaking, unregretful unto death; they would abandon the entire situation just to battle a certain enemy."


"But it's these same fellows who, like a flame, attract those with similar great aspirations, the so-called heroic spirit, the charm of a leader—such unreasonable things."


"Strategists have cunning dispositions, we practice the crafty ways of the Military School."


"Without crafty ways, it's difficult to win battles, but crafty ways alone are not enough for a great victory. You can defeat others, but not the world."


"Those who gain the world through sinister machinations will not have a long reign!"


Chapter 129: Willing to Spearhead for You, Through Fire and Blades!_2