One man was an army.
When he led others, he was the soul of an army.
Liu Yu was just such an existence.
His first half of life had been utterly unremarkable, yet a single sudden enlightenment made him a body cultivator at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm!
It was just like a famous historical tale from the Primordial World.
Legend had it that during the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties...
A truly remarkable story had once taken place.
Atop a mountain stood what was said to be one of Taoism's blessed grotto-heavens.
Yet it looked utterly ordinary.
A woodcutter went up there to gather firewood.
By chance, he saw two old men playing chess. One old man sometimes took on the appearance of a child, while one child sometimes took on the appearance of an old man.
The woodcutter happened to have read a few books and knew how to make a few clumsy moves.
So he simply put down his axe and firewood, intending to watch a game.
At first, he thought, Isn't it just one little game of chess?
It won't take even a quarter of an hour.
Who could have imagined that once the game was finished...
The young woodcutter blinked, and the two players had vanished without a trace.
Even the chessboard had become a wooden stump.
The woodcutter felt a chill of fear. Young and strong, he instinctively reached for his axe to defend himself.
Who could have imagined that the axe lying right at his feet would crumble the moment he grabbed it!
Of course, it was the wooden handle that shattered!
That wooden handle was like a piece of firewood that had lain somewhere for decades, dried out and damp by turns.
Weathered by wind and rain