Ruling the Canglang Realm

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Synopsis

He mastered a hundred schools of thought, with a mind bordering on the demonic. He had the strategies of the philosophers and military masters at his fingertips, commanded yin-yang arts and arcane formations with ease, and surpassed all his contemporaries in poetry, calligraphy, and painting.

To be too perfect was a sin!

A [Primordial Epochal Annihilation Divine Thunder], gathering power for billions of years, struck him to ashes, body and soul alike, because the Heavenly Dao would not tolerate such an "anomaly"!

At the end of destruction, life emerged from death!

A spark of true annihilation awakened within him. Through destruction, he glimpsed the truth of Reborn, and his soul fell into the Benevolent Heart Star System, where he was born anew in the Great World of Canglang, in the Heavenly Soldier Empire's mansion of the Grand General Who Pacifies All Under Heaven.

The An family was a house of loyal heroes, its blood staining the land:

Four of its nine sons had fallen in battle; the rest were either crippled or unconscious. The five branches had borne thirteen daughters, but none could inherit the iron-blooded legacy of the general's house.

As the great house teetered on the brink of collapse, he became the only male descendant of the An family in five generations. He was named An Chen, like the North Star descending into the world to illuminate the stars of war.

In swaddling clothes, he was silent and unfathomable.

Yet within his tiny body lay hidden:

▶ The art of war that could reshape heaven and earth (The Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fully unlocked)

▶ A forbidden legacy that could reverse yin and yang (Qimen Dunjia, max level + Divine Communion Realm)

▶ A godslaying fury that could burn the starry river to ash (Divine Thunder Brand, passively charging)

In this life, he used a benevolent heart as his scabbard, hiding his edge within the An family's general's house:

He would reforge the broken blade of his disabled uncle;

He would awaken the souls of his parents' generation, unconscious for twenty years;

He would turn the fates of his thirteen sisters upside down with a wave of his hand;

And the empire's hidden turmoil, foreign invaders at the gates, the secrets left by the Sacred Venerable... all would become