A Great Dream Slays the Immortal

The year the Northern Frontier Pass fell, Li Xiaoxiang, Prince of Zhaozhou and the Great Zhao's pillar of support, died in battle. The late emperor's charge to protect the young heir had barely cooled before his five years of blood debts were written off as heroic sacrifice.

Then, five years later, he opened his eyes inside a stone coffin.

His three-hundred-jin strength and one-hundred-and-thirty-jin nation-guarding saber were still there. But this time, he also held a scroll titled The Great Dream Sutra: one prick, two shears, three nets, four formations, five realms, all able to take a life in a dream.

The price was that for every person he killed, he had to remember their name. The more he killed, the more grievously his soul was wounded.

Li Xiaoxiang decided to start settling accounts with the people who had laughed at his grave. Then he discovered that what this dynasty truly needed was a tower built from the souls of tens of millions.