The world on earth is criss-crossed by slender roads.
Wells and fields are intertwined, and people are like insects and ants.
Shi Dongming never thought that after just a thousand years of sleeping, the world would once again be filled with flames of war.
He didn't expect that in a thousand years, the disaster of annihilation would come to the world again.
Shi Dongming looked at the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth and smiled calmly.
Hundreds of schools of thought, military, Dharma, yin and yang, Confucianism, Taoism, agriculture and Mohism...
Although a thousand years have passed, if I don't speak, who dares to do anything?
Looks good, the plot is okay