I Will Become the Strongest Heroic Spirit by Winning the Resurrection Match.

[Youth and passion + humorous complaints] In the end of the Dharma era, the demons are resurrected. At the moment of encountering the devil, all kinds of strange things are going on at night. In order to correct the collapsed world line, mankind has awakened the long-sleeping heroic spirits in the long river of history. Daxia Erlang Xianshengzhenjun... Holy Land Seraph Gabriel... Olympus God of War Ares... Tozakura Susanoo... In later generations, in an era called the Era of Heroic Spirits, young Shen Lian was surprised to find that his contracted heroic spirit was none other than himself. In his previous life, he was a member of the Jinyi Guards of the Ming Dynasty. Later, he followed the Qi family army to fight against the Japanese in the southeast, attacked Mongolia in the north, and worked with the Liaodong cavalry to put down the Japanese rebellion in Renchen. After fighting countless battles in his life, he could have shed his armor and returned to his fields, enjoying his old age. After his death, he would have been enshrined in temples with incense and his soul would have returned to the throne of heroes. However, in order to support the decline of Sheji, the gray-haired veteran went into battle wearing armor. In the Battle of Salhu, he committed suicide and his body was exposed in the wilderness with no one to pay tribute. From then on, there was one less S-class heroic spirit in the world, and one more lonely soul wandering around the Shura field. Why do we need a heroic place to bury our bones? There are green hills everywhere in life. Shen Lian, a young man from another world line, unlocked the fourteen powerful forces of the Ming Dynasty, took out the ancestral Miao sword, entered the Tao with the Xinyou sword technique, and awakened the dragon and tiger energy of the Ming Dynasty that had been dormant for hundreds of years. It is not my intention to be granted the title of Marquis, but I hope the sea will be peaceful. If the long night is approaching, I will hold my sword to the abyss, mark the ground as a boundary, use my remaining body to burn all the firewood, and guard the dawn until I die.