In the seventeenth year of the Chongzhen reign, the Jiashen catastrophe struck. Beijing fell, and a white silk noose hung like snow on Coal Hill.
While the whole realm believed the Ming Dynasty's fate was sealed, Zhu Cijiong, the third son of Emperor Chongzhen, opened a pair of eyes that did not belong to this era amid the flames of war. A soul from four hundred years in the future had arrived in the prince's body, bringing with it the Hanlight System.
Each day, he awakened a new ability: control over fire, flight, healing, immortality... He escaped death beneath Li Zicheng's blades and gritted his teeth as he rose beneath the shadow of the Manchu cavalry.
While everyone else fled, surrendered, or knelt, he chose the hardest path: reclaiming the lost lands and restoring the Ming Dynasty.
But more terrifying than the enemy cavalry was the collapse of people's resolve.
Surrendered generals selling out their allies, vassal princes carving up the realm, gentry colluding with the enemy, warlords hoarding their armies... Across the land he had sworn to defend to the death, countless people were pushing it toward the abyss with their own hands.
He crossed thousands of miles of territory through portals, and with his own strength, rekindled the dying sparks in countless hearts.
He declared, “Our Ming Dynasty has the emperor guarding the frontier and the sovereign dying for the realm. As long as I live, the Ming is not yet defeated!”
From Beijing to Nanjing, from Jiangnan to Liaodong, from the grasslands to the coast, a war to restore the realm spanning mountains and rivers, and a stirring tale of country and family.
One sentence in the east and one sentence in the west