I used to think that being able to see other people's "skills" was a great gift. Summoning the heroic spirits of future generations is the only trump card in troubled times. From the palace walls of Xianyang to the battlefield of Julu, Chen Qingzhi's white robe and Yu Chigong's heavy shield calmed down all the wars in the world for me.
But when my father worshiped the heaven at the top of Mount Tai and caused thunder from the nine heavens, I realized that this was not a gift at all, but a curse for those who transgressed.
Heaven regards us as ants, and the heavenly soldiers crush us like weeds.
Then... Let the ants eat the sky.
I will no longer be the prince or the commander-in-chief.
I want to build a new altar for the kneeling mountains and rivers - with Xiang Yu as the front, Li Jing as the bones, and thousands of dead souls who refuse to bow as fuel.
If we lose this battle, there will be no victory in the world.
If it succeeds…
On the thirty-sixth level, it's time for someone to take charge of the world.
