On an ancient battlefield engulfed in war, blades clashed and warhorses thundered as battle cries shook the skies. Xiao Yi, a fearless and valiant general, rode his steed and swung his sword, leading his hardened troops into the fray. His gaze was resolute and sharp, as if it could pierce the enemy lines.
Smoke billowed across the battlefield, and blood stained the earth. Xiao Yi’s armor had been battered to pieces in the fierce fighting, yet he still stood tall, his presence as imposing as ever. His roar echoed across the battlefield, spurring his soldiers on to fight the enemy with all their might.
But fate can turn without warning. During a fierce melee, Xiao Yi charged alone into the heart of the enemy ranks to save his brothers, who were surrounded. The enemy surged toward him like a tide. He fought with all his might, but in the end, they were too much for him. A gale suddenly sprang up, sending dust flying everywhere. When it cleared, Xiao Yi had vanished from the battlefield.
At that moment, time and space seemed to twist. Xiao Yi felt the world spin around him as his consciousness gradually faded. He had no idea how much time passed before he opened his eyes again. The sight before him left him stunned. The battlefield, once thick with smoke, was gone. In its place stood a bustling modern city, alive with the sounds of urban life.
Skyscrapers lined the streets, neon signs flashed, cars streamed by, and crowds bustled everywhere. Xiao Yi stood on an unfamiliar street, dressed in armor and holding a sword, completely out of place in his surroundings. People cast curious, astonished, and even fearful looks his way. Confusion and bewilderment filled Xiao Yi’s heart. He had no idea where he was or how he was supposed to face this unknown world.