It was early spring in the fourth year of peace and rejuvenation in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Zhao Jiong's usurpation of the throne was not stable, and the blood formation of Jiuyou Road surged secretly.
A wisp of ember awakens from the charred wood——
Zhou Jin, a scholar from a poor family, carried Chai Rong's legacy and used burnt wood as his salary.
The blood sacrifice counterattack, Yan Yun regained; the catastrophe of the end of the law, the dimension of all realms rose.
He does not fight for the throne, nor does he seek eternal life, just for one sentence:
"This world belongs to humans."
