On Dongting Lake, within the canopy boat, a pair of eyes slowly opened, time in chaos, years full of vicissitudes.
Zhuanzhou dreams of butterflies, past memories, one scene after another surged to his mind, floating in his brain.
Little Yellow Village, Hundred Broken Mountains, a mountain dweller, a solitary butcher, selling himself into servitude and then defiantly drawing his sword, rallying cries in the forests and afterward walking the world alone, Defence Heavenly King, Peerless Master, founder of a nation, monarch of a golden age, spreading martial ways, carrying forth the past and forging the future…
"A lifetime!"
"An era!"
"Three hundred years!"
Xu Yang sighed deeply as he stood up and turned to look outside the cabin, washing away the floating dust and powder, the boundless years had passed, and he had become that unremarkable old man once again.
In haste, a dream of three hundred years, who knows I am the martial immortal?
A lifetime, has ended!
