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!"

'Jiang Wanxiang speaks of the Eight Hundred Years of Dragon and Tiger Qi Fortune.'


'It may not withstand the sword in my hand.'


'To have such an opponent in my life while wielding a sword is indeed a joyful thing. After I depart, do not be saddened or feel discomfort. Although I say this, I trust your temperament will inevitably find it hard.'


'However, the Supreme Forget Love of the Taoist Sect, the green-robed guest is beneath emotions. Yet, where emotion resides, it is upon us. If you feel upset, dare to cry or laugh grandly with song and revelry. After it all, let go of these matters.'


'To truly seize and to truly surrender, to value emotions and righteousness yet not drown in them.'


'That is the joy of the Martial World.'


'Go then, if you feel upset, crying is no harm.'


Chapter 1839 - Chapter 90: The Sun Will Set, but It Will Rise Again!