Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: 
one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.
And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.

I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.

I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale.

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Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

That was a magnificent stroke sustained by the Strength of the Extreme Realm; the sky-filling Golden Flame Fire seemed to drag the scorching Elemental World down over the battlefield. Across the entire Kruz Empire and the subordinate nations of the Flame Temple, the number of powerhouses who had reached the Extreme Realm added together would not exceed ten; the life experience of each, to the common folk present, was itself a Legendary tale. Just like Earth Sword Saint Darius of those years—who would dare claim they could smoothly receive a single sword from him? Even today's "Cross Hand" Bujia had no such confidence.


Chapter 1322 - Chapter 339: Glory III