An eight-hundred-year-old dynasty teeters on the brink of collapse. As the realm falls into chaos, all kinds of figures vie to rule the land.
There are bold men like Liu Yue and nobles like Song Junji, as well as the peerless Xiu Yue and Yi clans, and the Qiang, who regard the Hua people as their greatest enemies. They all begin to fight for the realm.
This is an age of chaos and strife. Who can seize the moment, rise from the depths, and become a dragon?
Some seek to restore order, quell the chaos, and bring peace to the nation and its people. Others want to pacify the four corners of the world and unite the Hua and Rong peoples. And some women, seeking to survive in a turbulent age, have no choice but to step onto the stage. They plot in secret, gather heroes to their cause, suppress the chaos and crush their foes, and establish their own dynasties.
As warlords shine across the land, Liu Yue, born a cowherd slave, carries the ambition to save the world and bring peace to its people. Amid the clamor of war and the ranks of the army, in a chaotic age where wolves and owls prowl and covet the throne, he finally seizes his chance to transform into a dragon, takes up the mandate of the phoenix and the map of the dragon, ascends to the highest throne, and inherits the Mandate of Heaven.
Friendship and love; schemes and stratagems; open enmity and hidden grudges; iron and blood.
This is an epic of dragons and serpents in a chaotic age, a long tale of warlords...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
In troubled times, how come there are so few young people around? Young people cannot live without dreams. This is what history tells us, and this is what I tell myself. Some people say that style appeals to young people, and it is true. Because I am a young man who came here. A long time ago, I wrote a poem to myself: I am no longer a teenager. Because of this, I yearn for youth and reminisce about my boyhood.
50,000 Words, 0 average, there are not many people who can still keep writing. Come on, brother.