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

Ji Yanzhong's Taoist heart was pierced by the words of Sword Madman Murong Longtu.


With the Chi Xiao Sword in hand, he returned here, and the Chi Xiao Sword lay beside Ji Zichang.


He held the sword and whispered, "I know I became the Emperor only because I was easy to control, a mere puppet. Before I ascended the throne, I thought, even as a puppet, I am the Emperor, which doesn't matter."


"But I found it was not so once I ascended."


"A person like me struggles to make decisions."


"What should I do? Should I covet the last glories, or..."


"Let the ancestral 800-year reign of the Red Emperor's World meet a dignified end in the flames, rather than surviving meekly, being torn apart by Chen Country and Ying Country. Let the world be stirred into turmoil, let my 800 years under the Red Emperor end in splendor!"


Chapter 85 The Majesty of Marquis Qin Wu_3