The Furnace of Myriad Heavens. A contest among all races, where civilizations with low ratings are reduced to nourishment.
When the human race of Blue Star first enters, they diligently cultivate martial arts, yet are still considered a low-grade civilization, left to be slaughtered at will.
No one knows that the power of civilization has never been limited to fists and feet.
Lin Yan arrives with poems and verses from the ages, opening a battlefield of the literary path and wielding brush and ink as weapons.
A single poem can drive back a million swarms of insects.
A single rhapsody can protect the people of an entire city;
A single volume of history can reveal the rise and fall of all the heavens.
When the light of the literary path shines across the heavens, all races bow their heads.
"Five thousand years of civilization, today, we draw our blades!"
There are a lot of words, and the poems quoted are interesting, so I still have to keep reading.
Write more, it's not enough to quench your thirst
Keep it up, the number of words is too few and not enough to read