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Changfeng's murderous aura rose, and with a finger of his right hand, eighty-four cyan boulders appeared. He jumped forward and stepped on them one by one. They were like dragons emerging from the water, but they were also like swallows flying in the clouds. Before he could take a breath, eighty-four sword energies had condensed from his body. He raised his head and moved forward, raised his hand, and the eighty-four sword energy slashed the man's life away, turning him into ashes. There is a saying: One day when you draw your sword, it will be another ten years of calamity for the common people.

One hundred thousand years later, in a world where glaciers have descended, nine major civilizations are competing on the same stage, each specializing in victory. Inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints and sages and create a new era of civilization. In this vast world, who will have the last laugh? In the setting sun, who will dominate the ups and downs? However, if you can live a happy life, who would want to take the lead? Who would want to be a hero if he could remain a mortal forever? Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, because one general will make thousands of bones wither. Therefore, this is also a story in which all living beings suffer.