On the day the floodwaters of a turbulent age crashed against the shore, Mu Chongshan was swept into the very heart of the maelstrom. Everyone he cared about was drawn into the murky current and reduced to dust. Gazing at the fires raging across the wilderness, he finally understood: fate was never a choice. It was a desperate counterattack when driven to the brink.
From then on, he planned every step, wielding wisdom as a blade and calculation as armor. As he carved out a path to survival across the remnants of the Northern Yuan, bones lay beneath his feet, blades flashed before him, and behind him loomed the shadows of countless common people. He could not stop, and dared not stop. He had to survive not for himself, but to restore order to a ravaged world turned upside down.
With lone courage, he hacked a path through fate; with painstaking cunning, he laid the foundations of a just rule. This is not the predetermined "Hongwu" of the history books, but a "Zhu Chongba" from another world. Raising a spark from the ashes, he will restore the fortunes of humankind through countless calamities and, as heaven itself begins to collapse, hold up the crumbling backbone of the human race with his own hands.
