Civilization is the fuel, I raise fire for the human race
Ye Feng traveled from the earth, but found that there was no "country" inheritance in this universe.
The human race was in disarray, struggling under the enslavement of the gods, while the gods sneered: "The human race is just the spiritual grass we cultivated."
Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Ming... Ye Feng whispered these forgotten names.
In an instant, the dust-covered bronze divine cauldron roared, the national jade seal shone brightly, the silent ancient sword roared, and the phantom of the ancient Great Wall slowly emerged across the galaxy.
Countless figures lined up in the light and shadow, including emperors, generals, and men of letters. They looked at him with smiles: "You are finally here, the last human emperor."
Only then did Ye Feng understand that the so-called ascension was a bloody battle across the country, and the so-called historical fault was the dormant fire of civilization.
"Today, I, Ye Feng, established the Chinese Immortal Kingdom for the purpose of burning all the heavens with the fire of my human race!"
