In the last years of the Tang Dynasty, wars broke out everywhere, feudal towns were divided, and people died of hunger in the fields.
Yang Xuanzhen opened his eyes from the pile of dying refugees. What he saw was the purgatory on earth with no food for a thousand miles, and in his ears were the songs of the turbulent times. This is the worst time when bones are exposed in the wild, and it is also the best time when heroes trample on corpses.
In the past, there were rebellious ministers and traitors who coveted the artifact, and in the future, there were the humiliating laments of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. He tightened his grip on the half piece of moldy cake in his hand, and a prairie fire ignited in his eyes.
Now that he has come, he must change his fate against the will of heaven - not to become emperor, not to fight for hegemony, but just to give the crumbling Tang Dynasty the most honorable curtain call.
