Eleven Lords of the Underworld, Please Save Huaxia Again

[No Romance + Epic Adventure + Emperors' Banter + Nation and Family + Redemption for Past Regrets]

I am Xinghuo, the former Heavenly Dao of Huaxia.

Now I'm the newly appointed King of Hell in the Eleventh Hall of the Underworld.

The emperors of every dynasty in Huaxia's history are all under my command.

But they don't know.

Bringing all these emperors together is the highest secret of the divine realm.

When the artillery of 1937 tore through the walls of Jinling, and the scheme of an otherworldly Heavenly Dao came to light,

I rang the bell to summon them.

"Your Majesties, recreation time is over. Huaxia's descendants need you now!"

"Will you join forces to protect Huaxia?"

Ying Zheng drew the Tai'a Sword, Liu Bang set down his wine, and Li Shimin closed the Book of the Emperor's Precepts.

Behind them stood

a civilization unbroken for five thousand years, and the unyielding will of four hundred million people.

"We are willing!"

This is a story about reconciliation, growth, and protection.

When all the emperors finally set aside the word "We, the Emperor,"

they became what they were always meant to be: the true ancestors of Huaxia.