The Ghost Revived, and I Actually Coexisted with the Overlord of Western Chu

Cannonballs cannot knock down the vitality of spring seedlings, and the seeds under the iron wings only have some resistance. Those who stand up in response are the warriors of the great era. They stand like tall towers in our land. No force can extinguish the eyes like coals. No sound can cover the angry roar. The sprouts of revival are nurtured in the fireworks. Really, survival must be fought for from death, and the flowers of freedom are cultivated with blood. We must set up a torch in the dark night! A young man who was eating and waiting for death happened to have a strange resurrection. He just wanted to contribute to human survival. Only later did I discover that human history had been tampered with, and it turned out that prehistoric times were not a legend. The earth is just a fragment of the underworld before the signing of the Conferred God List.