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

Then came an intense, dizzying sensation, like trying to do math while suffering from motion sickness. The physical discomfort made Li Guanyi's vision go black as he leaned against the wall, and it took him a while to slowly recover.


"It seems that the power of the Primordial Spirit also has its limits, just like muscles,"


"Push muscles too hard, and you'll feel unbearably sore; push your spirit too hard, and you'll feel nauseous enough to vomit."


Li Guanyi sat down on the ground, taking a while to recover his senses. With a thought, the Shaoyang Sword flew into his sleeve, nestling quietly against his wrist guard, emanating only a faint warmth. Suddenly, Li Guanyi felt a soft buzzing—it was the Ghost Market token.


This indicated that the Netherworld Ghost Market's token for esteemed guests was displaying twisted characters.


The things Li Guanyi asked to be looked into were now completed.


Chapter 155: Transmitting the Dharma and Giving Treasures, Twenty-Four Generals_3