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

Chen Wenmian's mind was reeling, he seemed to realize something, his gaze fixed upon his mother, knowing only one circumstance could make the Empress and Emperor indifferent to each other, only one situation could lead his mother to worship their longevity tablets.


She was a radical, pained Empress, seemingly reckless in her quest to make her son Emperor. Now, in front of the firelight and Buddha statue, she was in such agony, tears streaming down her face. Chen Wenmian watched her, the Empress looking at her own son, her desire to touch her child clear.


But she couldn't stretch out her hand, eventually letting it fall, whispering softly,


Chen Wenmian knelt down, took his mother's hand, placing it on his own cheek, his hand trembling, he said, "Mother, let's go."


With her hand cradling Chen Wenmian's face, she whispered:


Chapter 167: Qilin, Move!_2