In the third year of Jianxing's reign, the enemy troops broke through the city. The fifteen-year-old little emperor sat alone in the old carriage passed down by Taizu, waiting to die. The rusty bell above his head suddenly said: "I can make them disappear into ashes."
He said: "There are people in the city. The emperor cannot kill his own people."
Donghuang Zhong, who had not spoken for three thousand years, was waiting for the person who could say "no".
From then on, a subjugated king, a sleeping artifact, a father who had been waiting for him for thirty years, and an enemy king who was forced into a desperate situation - their fates were intertwined.
The hole is opening. The great catastrophe that occurred three thousand years ago has never truly ended.
