Continent of Kings, the Strongest Master

On the battlefield, monsters roared, and scarlet blood spread on the scale flowers, which was strange and beautiful. There was an undercurrent surging in the bustling city of Chang'an, and Peony Alchemist's eyes sparkled when he looked at the chessboard. In the quiet academy, exquisite mechanical birds shuttled through it. This is the age abandoned by the gods, the age of the strong. The young man looked up at the stars, tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, and murmured, "The Continent of Kings, here I come..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.