Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
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The Ancient Taoist murmured: "Do you think in these past few years, could he have recreated those things in this world?"


Hong Luoyu shook his head and said: "Impossible. Back then, he only acted because he had a foundation, and we are all trapped here with no way out. How can you cook without rice?"


The Ancient Taoist couldn't help but say: "Even a clever woman cannot cook without rice."


Hong Luoyu rolled his eyes, impatiently saying:


"Alright, alright, whatever, is there any difference?"


"Anyway, what he wants to do is far too difficult. At the very least, his spiritual essence is lacking, I haven't even managed to regain my arms and legs. It's already commendable that he devoted some attention to training soldiers at the Divine Martial Mansion. Does he have any strength left? I don't believe it, my hands and feet..."


Chapter 901 - Chapter 106: Leisurely Gazing at the Mortal World (Double-Length) (Part 2)