Martial arts reach the heavens, allowing one man to break an army; magic is dazzling, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas. In this world, countless races stand side by side, the strong rule, and those who hold great power in their own hands look down upon all living beings.
Yang Zheng is reborn here, only to be judged a "martial arts cripple" and treated with contempt. Just as everyone assumes he will live an inconsequential life, he quietly unfolds the Art of War, which came with him, where no one can see.
Personal strength can shake mountains and rivers? Then I'll forge an iron-blooded army and send the killing aura of its formations soaring into the skies!
The strongest warriors can take on ten thousand alone? Just watch as my "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain" formation traps and kills demon sages, while "Ambush from Ten Sides" tears dragons apart!
The talents of the myriad races overwhelm humanity? So what? Humanity's strength lies in wisdom, cooperation, and a civilization passed down like a flame!
From a feeble private force in a border city to the continent-shaking "Yang Battalion"; from a mortal commander mocked by all to the "Lord of War" who makes Heavenly Venerates tremble. Yang Zheng wields the spearhead of his army as a pen and the battlefield as his scroll, carving out a path to supreme power through unity in a world that prizes individual might above all.
"My strength has never lain in the spear or halberd in my hands."
He stands before a steel tide, battle flags snapping behind him.
"It lies in commanding hundreds of thousands as if they were my own limbs, and in a spark of civilization that can set the whole world ablaze!"
