The rising sun cast golden rays over the cold corpses, but they could no longer awaken those sleeping faces.
Dynasties rose and fell in the Human Realm. Great wars were frequent, and warlords from every side fought in chaos, all for those Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.
Blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled into mountains. The defeated either fled in rout or fell, while the victors were busy licking their wounds, with no one available to deal with the dead for the time being.
Dark clouds gathered across the sky, accompanied by endless cawing. In this chaotic age of the Human Realm, the crows had grown fat. What a supreme irony.
"Caw, caw, caw..."
A flock of crows pecking at the battlefield suddenly scattered. From among several corpses, a figure crawled out. He wore broken armor and looked around blankly. After watching for a long while, he sighed, shook his head, and headed toward the distant mountains and forests.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
A gentle breeze blew in, dispersing some of the bloody, baleful air. In a daze, it seemed as though a graceful figure walked through the Void and headed into the distance.
"This world? The Sui Dynasty? The Tang Dynasty? Evil King Shi Zhixuan shattered the Void and ascended, while the aristocratic clans fought each other. It's making me think this is Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty..."
Beside a mountain spring, Yan Kuan used a piece of torn cloth to wipe down his washed body while sorting through the knowledge of this world in his mind.
His fairly sturdy body was covered in all kinds of scars—some from training, others from battle. He had died after a hundred battles. Just a minor cannon fodder, no important figure, and naturally without any impressive martial cultivation. Most