Zhao Mingyao's Road to Rule

I dreamed of returning west, free of worry, then awoke to find myself imprisoned in another world.

I think of all my kin: where are they now? What does this soul-devouring world want?

One man rules the mountains and rivers, with a beauty by his side through Mid-Autumn.

Forty-eight years of days and months: fail to become a Divine Emperor, and you'll turn to dust.

Now all under heaven is in my hands, and the heroes of this troubled age are imprisoned.

Reach the summit and look back: what more could a man want?

The beauty and I join hands, and walk together through the seasons of life.

With sun and moon shining as one in my grasp, I shall become a Divine Emperor once more and fight among the hills.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.