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

Li Guanyi asked, "Is this a Treasure Weapon?"


Chen Qingyan took back the sword, and Li Guanyi's blood qi flowed rapidly, removing the sensation he had just felt. Chen Qingyan indifferently said, "Mystical Weapon."


Mystical Weapons and Divine Weapons are similar in material.


There are rumors that top-tier Mystical Weapons, along with heroes of the Martial World, achieve incredible feats, and once the Mystical Weapon becomes spirited, it will transcend into a Divine Weapon in legends, possessing unfathomable and miraculous abilities.


In other words, the sword in Chen Qingyan's hands was essentially a nascent form of a Divine Weapon.


Chapter 155: Transmitting the Dharma and Giving Treasures, Twenty-Four Generals_2