History books are written by the victors, but the truth is lost in myths.
When he became the last emperor Xin with a modern soul, what he saw was not a pond of wine and a forest of meat, but the tragic song of an ethnic group imprisoned by heaven and whose destiny was divided between gods and gods.
Being on the list of gods is not a merit but a shackle; the Battle of Muye is not a revolution but a sacrifice.
If this is the case, then we do not worship gods or heaven, but only respect humanity. He wants to swim upstream in this destined river of destiny and carve his own bloody path for China.
Mark as read. Not coming in next time