After I Transmigrated, I Fought Against the Mighty Ancients

[Two male leads] [Not a gay novel] [Nontraditional cultivation] [Warring lords] If you were given the chance to live again, would it be a blessing from heaven or a punishment? Someone who had lived in darkness felt the warmth of sunlight for the first time, and could never bring himself to return to that shadowy abyss. In this strange and dazzling world, none of us can rule our own fate. We are all lonely wanderers drifting through life, consumed by darkness even as we yearn to find the light.

Life is a merciless tragedy, yet amid its ruins we search for happiness and beauty.

After falling ill, Wang Wuao arrives in the cultivation world known as the Xuanhuo Realm. But this world is far from peaceful. There are no foolish villains like those in novels. Unlike the cultivation worlds in other stories, sects and states in the Xuanhuo Realm are one and the same: a sect is a nation. And unlike worlds where cultivators fight alone, the battles here are more accurately called wars!

Bloodshed, endless bloodshed! Hatred, boundless hatred! Swept along by the tides of our age, we press forward, until we all become people we never wanted to be!

Wang Wuao: “I never meant to vie for the throne, but I have no other way to survive!”

Li Buwei: “Heaven's will is clear, and the order of eternity is set. I offer up my life today, and the world will know peace!”

It seems everything has been calculated by some mysterious force. Every rebellion, every rumor, every moment of happiness is an illusion, a mere facade hidden beneath a veil of mist. What is the truth? We do not know.

Wang Wuao: “Are we just pawns in the hands of powerful people?”

Li Buwei: “Perhaps. Or perhaps we're pieces they've already discarded!”

On heaven and earth's chessboard, master and pawn can change places in an instant.