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

Murong Longtu's expression paused slightly.


An object lay in the palm of Murong Longtu.


Rounded and emanating a golden-red luster, it radiated a powerful aura of vitality. Within it, one could faintly hear the sound of a dragon's roar. Li Guanyi looked at the elder before him and smiled, "Grandpa, do you like this stone bead?"


Figures like Gongyang Su Wang and Siming could see what path Sword Madman had taken, not seeking immortality, but only a grand present, stepping into the legend through Sword Dao, rather than through transformations for longevity.


However, this Undying Dragon Essence was the foundation upon which Zhang Ziyong built his cultivation body.


Even if it was not possible to reach Zhang Ziyong's state, who lived for three hundred years yet still youthful, with this Dragon Essence, Murong Longtu's lifespan was certain to be extended somewhat, with vitality circulating through him.


Chapter 83: Red Dragon's Long Chant, The Eight Hundred Year Alliance!_2