Fantasy: Don't Let Me Draw My Sword

The Sanyuan Continent has experienced three thousand years of baptism of war. In the later stages of the racial hegemony, the gods and demons were defeated and retreated to the northern plains. The orcs also moved to the western plateau after three major defeats, and the central plains were all returned to the human race. The human race has gone through three hundred years of sect era, three thousand years of cultivation era, and now, four thousand three hundred years have passed since the Tianwu era. This is also the 300th anniversary of the establishment of the Liuwang Empire. Before the bell of the new century has even sounded, the old era has already come to an end. And the person who ended it all was a child under fifteen years old. On the rooftop, the golden throne towered into the sky, like a god's throne. The king who was sitting on it looked at the dark mass of kneeling people below, and his mood couldn't stop being agitated. "Speaking of which, I just closed my eyes and fell asleep. How come I am here to accept worship from all living beings? Can anyone tell me what is going on?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.