I Transmigrated to Tang-Era Zhenguan, and My Village Chief Father Was Forced to Rebel

Transmigration isn’t a dinner party. It’s one danger after another!

The glorious Zhenguan era, the pinnacle of the Tang dynasty.

Since ancient times, none has surpassed the Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Strategy Army.

No golden finger, no System, and no powerful family backing. It all begins in a desperate situation!

Try to flee alone, and the Tang dynasty’s secret police can easily catch you.

Try to clear your name, and your entire clan could be wiped out at any moment.

Resources at your disposal: not a single piece of armor, no soldiers or generals.

When an ordinary person truly finds themself transmigrated into a desperate situation, how long can they survive?

The great clans of the realm and their networks of power are intricately intertwined. The Tang dynasty’s emperor, peerless through the ages, commands the Black-Armored Cavalry and strikes fear into every corner of the land.

The court is as steady as a mountain. At home and abroad, all revere him as the Heavenly Khan. Whether prince or minister, peddler or laborer, none can help but regard him as a god, let alone harbor thoughts of rebellion.

Yet a boulder plunging into the sea can raise towering waves; a bright moon sailing on a boat can ride the winds for thousands of miles.

Who could have imagined that a lowly nobody would win an empire to last for all eternity?

No one can measure the power of a single drop. Even a trickle can swell into a mighty torrent!

Trapped in a desperate situation, he dares to draw his sword and face the famed generals of his age. He is also a master of strategy, ready to challenge the greatest ruler of a prosperous age.

When the winds of rebellion rise and officials drive the people to revolt,

he will defy fate, save the people, turn the tide when all seems lost, and uphold the Han people as their world teeters on the brink!

The people are the boat, and the ruler is the water. The water can become a divine dragon that saves the world and carries the people’s boat to the heavens, or a monstrous wave that sends it plunging into the abyss!

With the imperial yellow robe upon his shoulders, he will paint a portrait of eternal glory. Ascending the throne, he will be worthy of both his realm and the woman he loves.