Chronicles of the Grand Martial World
Five hundred years ago, the Shadowlight Empire, led by Emperor Ying, swept across the land, unifying the Central Plains. But harsh rule followed, plunging the people into misery. The Seven Lords raised their banners in rebellion, and the Central Plains were engulfed in war and chaos. The Shadowlight Empire fell, Emperor Ying vanished without a trace, and the Seven Lords crowned themselves kings. Over five centuries, the nations nurtured their strength quietly, yet beneath the surface, currents of intrigue surged. Many martial sects were mysteriously eradicated, and behind the scenes, some fanned the flames, deliberately inciting conflict among the seven kingdoms. Now, five centuries later, the Central Plains witness unprecedented prosperity. Though skirmishes flare from time to time, they rarely disturb the lives of common folk. The martial world remains vibrant and fascinating—witnessing a duel between grandmasters is a rare spectacle that draws crowds, stirring admiration and longing in their hearts. Many, inspired, resolve to enter the martial world themselves, a realm where peril and opportunity walk hand in hand. Some fall into the abyss, never to return; others, in a single stroke of fortune, ascend to greatness. Hundreds of sects stand tall, and countless aspirants yearn to become disciples of a master, hoping to inherit true teachings. Yet above the realm of Returning Origin, there exists a higher state pursued by many—the Immortal Realm, which Emperor Ying, the greatest figure of the last five centuries, named the Celestial Realm. It is said that those who attain this level can transform into immortals, soaring to the heavens in broad daylight; alas, since Emperor Ying, none have glimpsed its mysteries. In this world, a student named Zhang Ling, lost in the monotony of his ordinary life, finds himself struck unconscious by a meteor from the heavens. In a dream spanning a thousand years, he awakens in a dazzling new world. This time, Zhang Ling resolves to step forward, journeying ten thousand miles, witnessing the anguish and helplessness of partings and deaths. No longer drifting through life, he finally shoulders the burden of his nation’s sorrow.
Chronicles of the Grand Martial World
Year 2023, three o’clock in the morning, location: South Road, Jincheng, Tianfu.
A highway stretches into the distant darkness. On either side, birch trees are neatly planted. It is summer, and the night breeze stirs the birch leaves with a gentle rustling, making the silence of the night even more profound.
A lone motorcycle speeds down the empty road.
Suddenly, a phone rings, piercing the stillness of the night.
The motorcycle gradually comes to a halt.
“Ling’er, be careful when you’re out alone. It’s late, drive slowly!” An elderly voice comes through the receiver.
“I know, Mom. It’s so late, you should go to bed.” The reply is tinged with impatience.
The call ends, and the motorcycle roars off once again.
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At this moment, Zhang Ling is riding his motorcycle. Others say that the sea of learning is boundless and should be full of excitement, yet he feels as though he has drifted through the first half of his life in a haze. Not, as some idle youth, wasting his days away; on the contrary, Zhang Ling is diligent and hardworking. He studies everything, though nothing captures his interest. Faced with the monotony of life, he often sighs, carrying himself as if he were an old man who has already seen through the ways of the world.
In such a reality, Zhang Ling is like a walking corpse, his eyes devoid of the light that belongs to youth. Yet his features are refined, so outwardly he does not appear as dispirited as he feels inside.
And at this very moment, Zhang Ling has no idea that a strange twist of fate,
