In his previous life, he left his homeland and traveled far and wide, devoting himself to spreading the teachings of Buddhism and Taoism to save people suffering in dire straits. He, meanwhile, was the bloodthirsty, iron-blooded general, a god of slaughter whose name struck terror into the hearts of all. He had taken to the battlefield in his youth and earned countless honors. He thought he could fulfill his purpose and finally find peace, yet for years he lived beneath the shadow of the nightmares born of slaughter. He was a god of death who stood against the gods and Buddhas, yet all he wanted was to hold that moon-white lotus throne in his arms...
Come on, the author needs to work harder