What would happen if the great figures of Chinese history all lived in the same age?
Ying Zheng watches a meteor streak down from the sky, the corner of his mouth lifting.
Liu Xiu stares at the enemy chieftain across from him, who can even dodge meteors with pinpoint precision, and feels his scalp tingle.
Bai Qi stands drenched in blood, his aura of slaughter at full force.
Han Xin watches Bai Qi go on a killing spree, his heart pounding.
Zhu Di sets up his red-barreled cannons as Temujin sweeps in with his cavalry.
At Hulao Pass, Lu Bu charges through the enemy ranks seven times alongside Xiang Yu, his teeth nearly ground to dust, yet he doesn't utter a word.
Emperors and fierce generals from every corner of the land collide in a bloody clash.
And Wang Tao is just an actor whose soul has transmigrated into another world.
He joins a troupe to survive, but botches the "Empty Fort Strategy" from the start, and Zhuge Liang flees in defeat. You whelp, you've ruined me!
Captured by Chu Feiyan and taken to the mountains, he puts on a "Banquet at Hongmen" that splits the Black Mountain bandits on the spot. You damn bandits!
He goes to Xudu to perform at a birthday celebration, and Cao Zhen is executed while the Sima clan suffers a disaster. You fool, you've ruined my grand plans!
He says it was all just a series of accidental coincidences.
Who would believe that?
Liu Bang says he's "strong enough to take on ten thousand men," Li Shimin praises his "talent on par with Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui," and Zhu Yuanzhang slaps the table and declares, "My new Earl Xinyang. Excellent."
The heroes from every corner of the land hoist him onto the battlements of a frontier city.
The imperial court, the martial world, the divine realm... Wang Tao realizes that what he sings isn't a play, but fate.
And his destiny is to take up the play and carry it on...
"I, Wang Xuanji, invite all gods and demons to meet their deaths."
