In the year 236 of the Fenghua Era, the north lay desolate, and the gentry migrated south. Barbarians were everywhere, while the Fenghua imperial house turned a blind eye. The people of northern Fenghua suffered miserably, and suddenly, warlords rose across the land. They rallied together to slaughter the barbarians, hoping to save Fenghua from its collapse and prop up its crumbling realm.
Warlords rose up across the Fenghua lands, and beacons of war flared everywhere. They brought the full might of the realm to bear on the barbarians. Yet, at the height of their military strength, they turned their weapons toward the coveted seat of supreme power.
“As long as I live, you will remain my subjects!” Yang Hong sat on the imperial throne, gazing at the distant, boundless sky with fury in his eyes.
“Now that my Su clan has entered the world, the realm will, in the end... be unified.” Su Pengfei rested both hands on his sword hilt and murmured as he watched the distant battlefield.
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