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

The plainly dressed villagers chatted idly, the remnants of fireworks in the sky seemed as if they'd never disperse, a large firework exploded, small red lanterns plummeting downward, resembling stars.


The scent of incense, fireworks, and various delicacies mingled together, oddly grounding and comforting. Smiles appeared on people's faces. The man with the severed arm seemed to notice Li Guanyi's gaze and said, shyly:


Li Guanyi shook his head and smiled, "Not at all, this is a temple fair after all."


The man relaxed a lot, smiling and replied, "Indeed."


He held his child with his remaining arm, looked up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the light of stars, the moon, and the falling traces of fireworks, then looked at Li Guanyi and said, "It's really nice."


Chapter 82: Lord's Ingenious Plan, The Bronze Tripod Determines the Aura of Legend_4