[Historical imagination + unlimited flow + system + overhead + cool writing]
I stepped into Tai Chi Palace with the smell of gunpowder smoke all over my body, and the broken glazed tiles groaned under my feet.
A cold mechanical voice suddenly exploded in my mind: "Welcome to the copy of 'Clan Trial'. The main mission is to destroy "Clan Chronicle" with your own hands."
I sneered and pulled out the blood-stained Mo Dao, but the blade hung motionless on the yellowed page.
"Task resistance detected, enforced."
Uncontrollably, he grabbed the cinnabar pen and marked the name of the Qinghe Cui family with a cross.
The red dot dripping from the tip of the pen quickly faded away, much like the pool of blood on Suzaku Street yesterday.
When I reached a certain name, my wrist suddenly trembled——
This young man from a poor family who once petitioned to reduce the heavy taxes in Jiangnan is quietly lying in the genealogy of the Wang family in Taiyuan.
