The Legend of Meng Po

A single demon's tooth brings a ray of light, and two heirs of one dynasty wage a battle for the throne. Everyone struggles in the mire of fate. Who can break free of destiny and claim the realm?

A beggar sits beneath the walls of the imperial city, honing a vegetable cleaver already gleaming bright. Distracted, he recites a long poem:

"...By daylight, a blood-red moon suddenly shone,

And I knew the borders of the netherworld had broken.

I wrote this poem and found joy in this place,

And named it 'Seeking Chang'an.'"

The fiends of hell have returned. Who will stand guard over the land?

Updates every other day~ I promise this story will be completed!

Start reading from Chapter Two, everyone. I revisited an idea from three years ago, worked out a new outline, and started updating. I'm leaving Chapter One as it is, as a little piece of history~

Theme: Everyone has moments when they want to retreat, but in the end, we will become heroes of our own lives