I awakened amid the ruins of the spiritual qi revival, with China’s Dragon Veins on the brink of drying up.
Western divine envoys came riding the waves, intent on seizing the last of my land’s fortune.
“Lantern-Burning Realm? How dare an ant talk about protecting anything?” A golden-haired divine envoy flicked a finger in contempt, and an entire fleet vanished without a trace.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and the phantom image of the Nine Cauldrons appeared behind me. “Today, I’ll show you barbarian gods, ”
“What it means to be an immortal guardian of the nation!”
When nuclear bombs were effortlessly erased by divine arts, and aircraft carriers were ground to dust by towering waves,
I stood at the mouth of the Yangtze with my broken body, my shattered sword stirring the dragon’s roar across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
“This realm is called ‘Heaven-Piercing.’”
“Want to destroy China? First, step over my corpse and these 9.6 million square kilometers of immortal mountains and rivers!”
