After transmigrating to another world, Lin Mo finds that humanity's literary tradition has been severed, leaving the race oppressed by countless others.
The good-for-nothing Lin Mo steps onto the arena, and his opponent sneers, “What kind of poetry can you write?”
He recites “No Clothes” from the Book of Songs, summoning the phantom warriors of the Zhou dynasty to defeat his enemy with a single punch.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi... The spirits of China's greatest poets throughout the ages all fight for him.
“You think this is a break in humanity's history? No, it's our trump card.”
When Li Bai's sword-poem slays the Celestial Emperor, the myriad races bow their heads. “He stands alone, backed by five thousand years of civilization.”
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