This sword is no ordinary sword. Every sword strike has no limit.
In the ancient cataclysm, the Six Paths collapsed. The heavens wept blood, and mountains and rivers were shattered.
Immortals, humans, ghosts, and demons were nearly wiped out.
Who knows how many years later, Wang Yuan was reborn into this world.
And so the story begins.
Wang Yuan: "It's New Year. Let's give the gang something nice to eat!"
Li Qinghou: "Boss, what nice food? Rare delicacies, or miraculous herbs and treasures?"
A moment later, Li Qinghou: "For New Year, you're feeding us flatbread? And it fell from the sky?"
Cheng Erye: "Wang Yuan, something fell behind you."
Wang Yuan turns around. "What? What fell?"
Cheng Erye: "Your dignity and your face."
Wang Yuan: "Oh. Sweep them up and throw them out. I don't need that stuff."
"What is this thing, anyway?"
The Demon Cult's Three Great Evil Lords, Bai Yuan, Zhang Tianyang, and Zeng Shukuang, stared at the mule in front of them, puzzled.
Sky-Splitting Evil Lord Bai Yuan: "I think it's a horse."
Tyrant Dragon Evil Lord Zhang Tianyang: "I think it's a donkey."
Mad Book Evil Lord Zeng Shukuang: "I think it's a deer."
Deer, horse, donkey.
The Three Great Evil Lords started arguing all at once.
What about Wang Yuan?
I don't know.
Wang Yuan shook his head, showing he wanted no part in the Three Great Evil Lords' business.
Say something!
A white barrier, a golden dragon, and an ancient-looking book appeared before the three men. An overwhelming pressure filled the space around Wang Yuan.
I really don't know...
Wang Yuan was on the verge of tears.
