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 Zichang looked at the young Taoist with the gentle smile, and for a moment, his mind somewhat seized up, simply because the sweeping tides of change in the world and even the future direction of it all weighed heavy on his shoulders.


He was just over thirty years old, having spent several days in withered contemplation. As a member of the Imperial Family, the ruler of Central State, from his position, he should choose the first Imperial Decree, to stitch and mend this tattered world and facade as much as possible.


But it seemed as though there was a fire in his own heart.


A chilling air burned his liver and lungs, making him feel uncomfortable inside, desiring to tear apart the ropes that were increasingly binding him, almost to the point of suffocation, which was why he had written the second Imperial Decree.


He was struggling between these two Imperial Decrees.


Originally, he wanted to inquire with Gongyang Su Wang.


Chapter 89: In the Capital, Kings Meet