At night, ink clouds pressed over the city, and a storm was coming. An isolated temple was shivering in the strong wind. The candlelight inside the temple was swaying, reflecting the figure of a man in black robe. He stood in front of an ancient scroll. On the scroll, mountains and rivers were broken, and smoke filled the air. A blurry figure seemed to be breaking through the shackles of this troubled world.
"Reincarnation of fate, he will return soon." The voice of the man in black robe was low, as if coming from the depths of the years.
In an instant, a thunder struck down, illuminating a corner of the temple, and the figure on the scroll was clear - it was Lin Fu! His eyes were like a torch, and his whole body exuded the courage to contend with this troubled world.
The thunder ceased and the temple returned to darkness. The man in black robe put away the scroll, put it into a simple wooden box, and murmured: "This is the beginning of the prologue of destiny."
At this time, in the bustling modern city, Lin Fu stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, overlooking the feasting and feasting. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept towards him with a strange light. His vision went dark and his consciousness disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw unfamiliar carved beams and ancient furnishings. What came to my ears were the legends of war and iron horses, and the undercurrent of disputes in the court. He is in the great Chu, but he doesn't know that he has the mission to turn things around. How will he find his own way to rise in this whirlpool of troubled times?
