Ji Lianxin, born in the Age of Oxen and Horses, is forced to be reborn and begin cultivating again. From mountains of corpses and seas of blood to ruins and rubble, he is made to get back to work. His past life's compassion and his present life's blood feud belong to two different souls, yet both have decided to slaughter every foreign tribe and protect their people. The god of slaughter, who should have been consumed by bloodlust, has his murderous heart softened by beautiful women. The hero, who should have defended the realm, somehow finds his followers draping him in imperial robes. Ji Lianxin gazes up at the stars. It's not that I haven't tried. My brothers are just too enthusiastic.
