[Historical intrigue as the bones, Xuanhuan cultivation as the soul]
This book blends [history] + [Xuanhuan] + [political intrigue] + [suspense]. It is not a brainless, fast-paced level-up power fantasy.
This is a counteroffensive expedition to keep civilization alive.
The Tianqi Explosion made me the sole survivor and the one variable in all of history.
Bearing two stones, I was forced into the maelstrom: the descendants of the Li Tang, heirs of the Zhao Song, remnants of the Northern Yuan... and the Qing beyond the passes, watching like a tiger poised to pounce.
All sides stirred up trouble amid the fading fortunes of the Ming.
Then I met the young man who hanged himself at the end of the history books: Chongzhen.
I personally reforged his immortal destiny, only to illuminate a truth that overturned everything I knew.
The rise and fall of dynasties was nothing but a cycle in a conspiracy by “Sage Sovereigns” to keep the Mandate of Heaven in captivity.
Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing: all were pieces on the board.
From then on, I would use Daoist arts to suppress the monstrous bodies of the eunuch faction, and burn the frontier cavalry with my spark.
No matter whether immortals, Buddhas, gods, or demons stood in my way, I sought neither dominion nor eternal life.
I sought only to tear apart the web that had shrouded the world for a thousand years, and carve out a brand-new future for an age whose ending had already been written.
Others take too big a step and risk making a mess of things; he lacks the skill to describe details but digs holes everywhere and spreads too thin.