The spiritual tide erupted, and people across the world awakened.
As superpowered individuals ran rampant through cities and martial artists split stone monuments with their bare hands, Lin Feng, a sophomore history major, was diagnosed as an F-rank good-for-nothing: his meridians were narrow, and he cultivated at only one-tenth the speed of an average person.
He had already decided to lie flat and accept his fate, until his ancestral jade pendant began glowing in the dead of night.
In his dream, an ancient military tradition appeared. A white-robed general stood with a halberd in hand. “Three thousand years have passed. The last spark of the art of war has finally found its successor.”
Bai Qi, Sun Wu, Han Xin... The martial wisdom of China’s renowned generals throughout history flooded into one man’s mind.
But the chaotic times would wait for no one. Spatial rifts tore open the sky, demons from another world returned, and ancient organizations lurking in the shadows each pursued their own agendas.
As the world fell, this “good-for-nothing,” abandoned by everyone, would take command of the War Lord’s Banner and rally every martial artist under heaven
With a mortal’s body, he would stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.
“You cultivate your talents. I cultivate five thousand years of warfare.”
