Three hundred years after the disaster, the sky shattered and all races descended. Humanity huddled in the walls of the base city and lingered.
In the lowest slum of Jiangcheng, orphan Zhang Jun has nothing. With no skills, no potions, and no backing, even filling his stomach is a luxury. This is the world of warriors, and even more so, the world of powerful people. A copy of the third-grade body refining formula can sell for 50,000 spiritual energy stones. And he was only worth three copper coins for a day's hard work.
Everyone says that people with bad luck will not survive more than three days in the last days.
Until he killed the first ferocious beast, a drop of hidden ancient blood in his body began to heat up imperceptibly.
The Human Emperor hides his blood. In the past three hundred years, no one has ever associated the slums with that ancient song - when the emperor rises, all tribes fall; when the emperor bleeds, heaven and earth cry.
But this drop of blood will give him no charity. It is only awakened by the most tenacious will in the deepest desperate situation. There was no system, no rebirth, no foreknowledge. All he could rely on were his own body, his own hands, and the people walking side by side in the mud.
After practicing hard, in a desperate situation, I use my mortal body to reach the peak of martial arts. When all races return, they will face the king who has climbed up from the bottom.
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