"The work is yours, and the blood is mine."
Shen Yan was cleaning his sword in the corner of the celebration banquet, and wine splashed on his white clothes.
When the Demon Ancestor tore apart the starry sky and the world was destroyed by divine punishment, he planted the blood-stained war flag next to the wine jar at the top of the city.
Peel open a sour tangerine, and the juice drips into the crown that the emperor is begging for:
"Why are you so anxious? Let's see... How you die in this prosperous age."
——
In thousands of reincarnations, he has seen too many betrayals:
His family abandoned him like a pair of worn-out shoes, his colleagues stole his military exploits, and even Heaven regarded him as an anomaly.
In this life, he no longer saves the world and no longer tolerates it.
When chaos returns and the three realms collapse,
Only then did they discover——
The last hope of mankind,
It was this "trash" that they had abandoned a thousand times.
"This world is so dirty, it is better to bury it in a coffin."
One person and one sword can rule forever!
