The Ming Dynasty's God of War: A Tragic Song of Immortality

He guarded the city walls alone for six hundred years. As the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City lost their luster with the passage of time, the mechanical voice of the Immortal War God System rang out once more: “Host’s obsession detected. The ‘World-Hopping’ function has been unlocked.” The first time Li Xinxin stepped into the world of cultivation, a calamity wrought by the demonic path was sweeping across Kunlun. He stood above a sea of clouds with his spear raised, shattering ten thousand feet of demonic flame with its tip. Sword-flying cultivators looked upon him as if he were a heavenly being, but when they asked his name, he remembered the way Xu Da had laughed and called him “the daredevil” all those years ago. The immortal body granted by the System was unscathed by the fierce winds. Yet when he slew the Nine Tribulations Demon Lord and accepted the cultivation world’s gift of a flat peach, its soft flesh beneath his fingertips felt just like the wheat cake his beloved had offered him when they first met in Haozhou.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into an era of martial arts. The people of the jianghu called him the Spear God, but when he found The Military Treatise of Yue Fei in the Scripture Pavilion and traced the words “Give me back our homeland” with his fingers, his eyes burned even hotter than they had when he conquered Dadu. Amid the bloody rain of the battlefield of gods and demons, he split open a world-devouring beast with his battle-axe. The mortals behind him knelt and hailed him as a divine lord, but he gazed at the setting sun and thought of the bloody battle at Lake Poyang, where Chang Yuchun had grabbed his armor and laughed, “Brothers in life and death!”

The System kept unlocking ever more powerful divine abilities. He could crush a Nascent Soul with his bare hands or suppress gods and demons with a flick of his finger. Yet in every world, he would come across a familiar shadow at some unexpected moment: a burly man drinking heavily in a tavern who looked like Xu Da, or a woman grinding medicine in a pharmacy who resembled someone he once knew. But when the wine ran out and the medicine went cold, those figures would eventually turn to dust and smoke, just like his old comrades from the Ming dynasty six hundred years ago.

As he traveled through countless worlds, he slew immortal lords, quelled martial turmoil, and protected mortal realms. The “combat power” value on the System panel