Xiang Yu opened his eyes to find himself in a microscopic world, watching the most fundamental form of combat - cells battling against invading bacteria, each victory or defeat a matter of life and death despite the tiny scale.
Even at the smallest of scales, combat still existed and thrived.
The scene expanded outward. Ants swarmed to defend their colonies from predators, each tiny warrior driven by pure instinct to fight and survive.
The battlefield grew larger as wild beasts clashed in forests and plains, tooth and claw determining the victor.
The scope widened further. Beast clans engaged in territorial wars, their roars shaking mountains as they fought for dominance.
Cultivation sects rose and fell in spectacular battles, techniques that could split the heavens colliding.
Rivers of blood flowed endlessly - everywhere was combat.
Worlds burned as armies swept across their surfaces.
Entire planets cracked under the pressure, returning to cosmic dust.
