Author: Yan ZK (阎ZK)
The world has been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, music and dancing continue without end, while foreign tribes sharpen their weapons and prepare for war. Sword Immortals roam freely across the martial world, and famous generals suppress enemies in all directions.
There are still five years left until the complete collapse of the world, and on a rainy night, the young alchemist Li Guan took a life.
At last, he opened his eyes to witness the turmoil of this mortal realm.
Under the hooves of horses, the ground was littered with white bones—famous generals, beauties, the martial world, divine weapons, the common people, and manifestations of divine power.
Since ancient times, nothing has been seen but a field of white bones and yellow sand!
Scholars, crushed under iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
I, the humble Taoist Li Guan, invite this world to face its death!
Immortals, gods, demons, and monsters; princes, dukes, generals, and ministers. A dragon maiden holds a lantern; a cup holds the vast ocean.A wild fox ponders Zen; a fierce tiger comprehends the Dao. At dawn, roam the Northern Sea; by dusk, tread the Cangwu Mountains.Immortals and gods dwell in the world; demons and monsters found their own states. Once, none of this had the slightest connection to Qi Wuhuo.Back then, Qi Wuhuo—who always saw square Chinese characters in his dreams—only desired to take part in the coming year’s Spring Examination. Until one day, while cooking millet porridge, an old man gave him a jade pillow, letting him fall into an endless dream.A millet dream (a fleeting dream of glory and fortune). ………… When the millet dream ended, his mortal heart broke; from then on, the gate of cultivation opened wide for him.The Golden Crow flies (the sun rises); the Jade Rabbit runs (the moon sets).The Three Realms are but a grain of millet; mountains and rivers turn to dust in a few years.I wander idly through the busy market with a sword in hand.No one knows I am a true immortal.
