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 silver-haired girl raised her hand, patted her hair, and arranged the tips before watching the boy make pastries. She sat on the bluestone below the pond, pondered for a moment, and felt that the records of the previous generations of Shaking Light were useful.


She looked at her reflection in the pond, wanted to smile, but her expression remained serene.


She picked up a brush and began to draw on a piece of white paper, but somehow, with light and deft strokes, she captured the likeness of the young man onto the portrait.


There were many in the world with superb painting skills; the art of painting and calligraphy was profound. In later generations, alongside the annals of history, the scrolls painted by the son of Yan Pi, the minor supervisor of the palace, were praised. Though the young man eventually rose to prime minister, he was remembered through his paintings.


Chapter 130: High-spirited, Forever Elegant_3