Order crumbled, and a virus swallowed the world in every direction. Zombie hordes surged over mountains and passes, foreign invaders crossed the border and tore the land apart, and warlords carved out their own domains.
The powerful reveled in luxury, while ordinary people devoured and slaughtered one another.
This catastrophe was never an accident. It was a conspiracy meant to bury all living things.
Xia Rongchen rose from obscurity, struggling onward through mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
From a nobody to a name known across the land; from a drifting speck in a chaotic age to the one who gave a region the strength to endure.
He had no desire to be a king or an emperor, nor did he covet power for a thousand years.
He carried his blade only to protect those by his side, bring peace to the people, and hold up a world on the brink of collapse.
As the zombie hordes slowly receded, the chaos in people's hearts surged all the more fiercely.
Nations rose, heroes vied for supremacy, and a new darkness began to take shape.
He gripped his blade and said softly:
"I want neither fame nor fortune. I want only this: order in the human world, and life for all things."
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