His soul falls into the Great Yong, and he has nothing.
No memories, no identity, no resources, no System or cheat, no opportunities dropped from the heavens.
The misty rains of Jiangnan wear down the bones, while the four great clans, Gu, Lu, Pei, and Su, treat the common people like grass;
The iron cavalry of Beixuan tramples across the land, beacon fires blaze along thousands of miles of border, and the old dynasty teeters on the brink of collapse.
A lowly soldier of the mud, empty-handed, claws his way to survival amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and transforms into a dragon amid the streets and jianghu.
Scraping by in the streets, spilling blood in the jianghu, serving as a pawn to the great clans, facing swords in the imperial court, fighting to the death at the northern frontier, with the whole world against him.
Jiangnan buries the dead and lays the road to my ascent;
The northern frontier bleeds, forging my blade to claim the throne.
This world in chaos is already shattered. So I shall mend the rift in the heavens with my own hands!
