Shichuan Pavilion: Invite the Ancestors to Die

In the Age of Dharma End, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and the human race is like ants, struggling to survive in the cracks of alien races. In a small border town, there was a lazy boy named Li Changsheng in a shabby bookstore. He was drowsy all day long and was ridiculed by his neighbors as "mud can't hold up the wall." No one knew that a mottled [Hall of Valor] stood in his mind. As long as the remaining fragments of history are ignited, he can transform into those peerless geniuses who have long since fallen—— The Sword Ancestor who opened the Heavenly Gate with one sword, the Medicine King who tasted hundreds of herbs to save the common people, the Array Immortal who ruled for eternity... When the iron hooves of alien races crushed the mountains and rivers, and the world was in despair, the ancient supreme beings who only existed in legends "resurrected" one after another. "Sword Ancestor is not dead!" "The Empress is back!" The world was shaken, tens of thousands of sects paid tribute, and countless geniuses rushed to follow the footsteps of those mysterious and powerful men, trying to uncover the truth about "Shichuan Pavilion". At this time, Li Changsheng was coughing up blood, wiping the dusty bookshelf in the corner of the bookstore, listening to the tea guest next door bragging: "I heard that Sword Ancestor's smile just now contained three thousand avenues..." He smiled slightly and whispered to himself: "That's because I didn't sleep well last night and had cramps.