Lord Food Immortal

Within the hundred wards of Chang'an hide those who would raise torches to swallow the sun; across the Central Plains sit vast, decaying clans of a thousand years; in the Northern Border, the silent and fierce barbarians sharpen their blades; and among the southern kingdoms, peace and prosperity mask a web of deceit... And high above in the distant azure void, a pair of vast eyes enveloping the world are slowly opening. Pei Ye looked up as he pulled the longsword from his abdomen: "Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord... let us see who, in the end, is whose prey."