The moment he breathed his last, the wind from Waqiao Pass was like a knife, rushing straight into his throat. The only thing fixed in Chai Rong's eyes was Zhao Kuangyin's evasive eyes - that was the final mystery left to him during the troubled times of the Five Dynasties, and it was also the fateful prophecy of Chenqiao's mutiny and the disgrace of Jingkang.
When he opened his eyes again, the huge waves were bumping endlessly, and his soul was attached to Zhao Gou, who had hurriedly avoided disaster a hundred years later. At the moment when the eunuch screamed in his ears, Chai Rong swung his sword and chopped it down. This sword chopped into pieces the cloud of cowardice in the Southern Song Dynasty, and even shook the trembling remnant soul in his body: This body has returned to me from now on, and there will be no more Zhao Gou!
He rose from the sea of blood and corpses, and with the iron-blooded skills of the five generations of heroes, he eliminated the traitors, suppressed the imperial court, and swept away the decadent spirit in the court; he walked through the rain of arrows, faced the battle formation, personally conquered Youzhou, charged at the risk of death, and regained his edge to compete in the world. Restore Kaifeng, collect Youyun, flatten Mobei, settle the four seas, and reunite thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
When he arrived at Waqiao Pass for the last time, he looked to the north at the vast expanse of secluded swallows. His head was covered with frost and snow in the cold wind, and everything he looked at was the king's land. At this moment, he is no longer the emperor with a soul, but the backbone and soul of this mountain and river.
