The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.
In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.
Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.
At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.
Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.
Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!
Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!
"I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

"This thing, such a strong flavor. Tsk tsk tsk, the strength of this wine is so potent, even a Grandmaster could get drunk from it. It must be imperial wine, similar to that Thousand-Day Drunken Divine Wine that Formation Leader obtained overseas."


"Back then, Mr. Wen Qingyu almost got knocked out by that Thousand-Day Drunken Wine and brought back."


Camp Commander Zhou Liu let out a sigh of relief. He didn't feel anything before, but now as he relaxed, he broke into a cold sweat all over, kicking his drunken father, gritting his teeth: "Damn old man, scared me to death."


Then he paused, looking at Ye Buyi, cautiously said:


"I'm expressing my emotions, not referring to a plant."


Ye Buyi looked at him in confusion, then, unfazed, succinctly said: "For you to associate a word with a plant and still feel the need to explain it to me is truly..."


Ye Buyi's voice paused, choosing his words carefully.


Chapter 1759 - Chapter 70: Toasts, Chess Matches, Thirty Games in Thirty Years