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 clear-eyed elder had a slight smile on his face:


"A swordsman who can't use a sword, a foolish monk, a Taoist who doesn't know martial arts, a prince who only knows martial arts, and a silent descendant of the Military School—it's all in the past now, yet those were the most joyful three years of my life."


As the old man spoke, he was lighting candles. Li Guanyi suddenly noticed that the candles here seemed to be arranged in a peculiar way, different from usual. He thought of the words spoken by the living Buddha and said calmly, "Elder Zu, how is your health?"


The elder extended his hand for him to take his pulse.


Chapter 131: The Ultimate Divine Skill in the World, Traces of The Twenty-Four Generals_3