The Barbarian King's Counterattack: from Tribe to Overlord

When the first flames rose in the night sky of Black Rock Village, Yan Xiao knew that he had embarked on a bloody road of no return. The soul of a modern gangster fell into the body of a wild tribe. He used a lighter to ignite his faith and ambition. Difficulties are like the iron curtain pressing against the top - the primitive ethnic groups in the Stone Age, the shaman's spell and the chief's scepter, the lack of salt wells and the struggle for survival. He did not have the blessing of gods, but he used salt as a blade to cut through chaos, cast the first copper coin, and stirred up the order that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. The turning point comes quietly: the wolf cavalry tears apart the barriers of the old world, the bronze furnace illuminates the dark valley, and the flames he lit with his own hands are also devouring faith and humanity. The price spread silently - Wu Zhu fell, but a new idol has been built in people's hearts; the enemy surrendered, but loyalty began to rust; technology leapt forward, but flesh and blood covered the ladder of advancement. He is Yan Xiao, the tyrant of the ancient Yelang country and a civilized alchemist. From salt wells to war elephants, from wolf cavalry to building ships, he single-handedly pushed the tribe to the pinnacle of the empire. However, when I look back at the path from the top of power, my feet are filled with ashes and bones. When he faked his death and escaped, secretly sending a colonial fleet to an unknown continent, was there a new world hidden behind the horizon that had not been stained with blood? When the system becomes a shackles and technology becomes a butcher's knife, how can human beings keep their last conscience in the rising flames?