[This book is set in a dynasty that takes over the Yu Dynasty, before the Shang Dynasty, and the pace is a bit slow. You can follow my linkage article "The Twisted Myth of the Ancient World" together]
Yao Zhong died on the night when he reached the top of his swordsmanship.
Reborn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood when he was fifteen, he discovered that every evil spirit he killed in his previous life was a footnote to his destiny in this life.
Pei Yao always said that he was a passerby passing by the battlefield.
But which passerby would risk his life to protect him from the poison of a dragon, or would smile and stuff half of a tiger charm into his hand before he transformed?
"The world is uncertain, you and I are both sacrifices."
Bronze inscriptions oozed from the peeling flesh of Prince Qi, and the jade algae beads hanging from Emperor Yu's crown parasitized the souls of all living beings. When the scarlet abyss swallowed the sky, Yao Zhong finally saw clearly the concept of imaginary numbers entangled in his heart - it was the flesh and blood tunnel that penetrated time and space, fed by twenty-four evil sword wounds.
"Previous Life"
The young swordsman cut open the demon king's chest and took out Pei Yao's breast mirror.
"You always say that a military strategist can conquer all evils with his overwhelming skills. Why can't you suppress your own calamity?"
"Chapter of the Present World"
The starlight of the future transformation was reflected in Yao Yu's compound eyes, and Yao Zhong grasped the peach branch with roots.
Pei Yao's blood-stained silver armor was pressed against his back: "This time, I will be your substitute."
"Imaginary Numbers"
The mother's remnant soul carved the truth under the wall of human skin, and the future general broke through time and space and threw half a piece of tiger talisman.
"The third form of the Nameless Sword is the path you used to block my arrows when you were seven years old."
When the sacrificial rooftop collapsed into billions of eyeballs, Yao Zhong saw the end of all reincarnations in the twenty-four sword shadows——
Pei Yao raised his head and drank the poisonous wine in the rift of time and space, his Adam's apple rolling with the moonlight when he first met him.
#Spring breeze peach branches kill monsters, sea of blood and star dust prove madness#
#He crossed twenty-four times to transform into starlight, just to correct the misaligned growth rings when they first met#
——"This time is not the end."
The broken peach branch penetrated his heart, and Yao Zhong finally heard the unfinished words of Pei Yao in the pile of corpses twenty years ago:
"It's a reunion."
Highlight
The shady swordsman attacks × with a duplicity but a military strategist, and rushes to stab him in both directions Literature
Interpenetration of time and space rifts/Mirror narrative of past and present lives/Weird portraits of strange people
"Every sword light you strike is a love letter written by fate to me."
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Can the reborn Prince Qi reverse the tragedy of Zhoumu and prevent the coming of the mystery?
Facing the push of fate, can Yao Qi still follow his heart and become the best "Yao Swordsman" in the world again?
The world was destroyed in the past and was discovered by immortal gods who would become enlightened in the future. Can their efforts return history to its original trajectory?
When everyone forms a team with the time-traveling immortal ancestor to fight the final boss, what will be the fate of the world?
Emperor Yu, who is familiar with destiny, will usher in a counterattack from all things in the world and even beyond time. As a sacrifice, he looks at the empty throne next to the "Supreme". The world here will eventually usher in his final fate - becoming a pile of debris under the scarlet abyss.
[Praise to the one who has forgotten the years, the uncrowned king of the scarlet abyss] [Praise to the one who suffers from soul pain, the snake of the concept of reincarnation, the imaginary number] [Praise to the one who brings civilization and order, the unity of all things, the saint of the mist]
Intention: The movement of heaven strengthens a gentleman to constantly strive for self-improvement
