My Junior Brother Really Isn't a Mohist

This is an age when the Hundred Schools of Thought contend.

An age shrouded in mystery and rife with danger.

In the pre-Qin era, the Hundred Schools flourished and countless schools of thought emerged. Confucianism, Daoism, the School of Military Strategy, Legalism, and Mohism were not the only great traditions. The Agriculturalists, the Novelists, and others shone just as brightly.

Yet one school remained unknown to all. Had it vanished into the river of time, or had its followers long since made secret preparations?

The State of Qin.

To the east, it faced the demon race; to the south, countless monsters; to the north, mighty shamans. To the west lay a sea of golden light, where no one dared approach. Neighbors who had once posed little trouble suddenly emerged in full force...

An ancient tomb, a bronze mirror, and an unknown sect that burst onto the scene amid chaos.

With my essence and blood, I conjure divine powers. Nothing is beyond my reach, and my words become prophecy!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.