As civilizations fade to ash and the Dark Forest reveals its edge in the heavens, whose Sword of Damocles hangs over the world of Truman?
The universe is boundless and deadly; humanity is weak and arrogant. Those who covet us from the stars say one thing but do another. For whom does the death knell of a dimensional strike ring?
In the Age of Declining Dharma, the stars tremble. The apocalypse begins anew, and heaven and earth are transformed.
The primordial returns, myths are recreated, and technology goes awry.
The myriad heavens descend, the gods hunt, and the stars wage war.
Civilizations collide: conquest and resistance, destruction and rebirth.
Only the most earth-shaking thunder can shatter the deepest darkness and bring the first glimmer of hope.
Rising from the tiniest beginnings, he carries on the spirit of Jian'an and inherits the legacy of Wei's Martial Emperor. A fine steed may leap, but not ten paces; a worn-out horse can travel ten days straight, thanks to perseverance. Only by understanding the times and weighing the situation can one see that the right choice matters more than hard work. A young man studies the art of war and learns to read the ways of the world. Then he joins the race for supremacy, conquers the Nine Provinces, and rules over all the land...
Across the Myriad Worlds, who will rule the tides of change?
The author's writing is broad and magnificent, his whimsical thoughts are unconstrained, his writing is sophisticated and a bit immature, and his content is very imaginative. The perception of the text is deeply touching, and the ideological connotation is scientific and reasonable. Looking forward to further accumulation and development.
A painstaking work with wonderful details
The author has such a great work, even if it's too big, I can't finish it with 10 million words. I insist on being a die-hard fan of Chazhu [note]