Shackles of Nine Realms: the Extraordinary Song Dynasty

Liu Hao traveled through time, not falling into the yellowed pages of history books, but falling into a world where extraordinary light lingers in every breath. In this world, his name is Zhao Han. The history books unfolded before his eyes, and what flowed between the ink marks was an epic that was far crueler than what he had imagined: The Wuxian Yingzheng sent out sharp soldiers, cut down mountains and destroyed temples, killed gods and demons, and cleansed the world. Humanity was established from the beginning. However, the emperor died and the Qin Dynasty fell. Zhang Jiao, the great sage and mentor, used his own body as a guide to ignite the glorious Han Dynasty, shouting out the last song of "asking the Han to die for the human race", burning out the afterglow of the empire for hundreds of years. The Song Dynasty in this world is Zhao Han - not only the immortal backbone supporting civilization, but also a tragic monument built with "principles" as bricks and "shackles" as stones. He looked further: Khitan is a moving divine kingdom forged by blood oaths and ancestral spirits, and finally fell silent amid the torn apart of Chinese culture and old customs; Xixia is a gilded Buddhist kingdom in the yellow sand that uses mountains and rivers as its melting pot, creating a gilded god of war who was eventually buried in the yellow sand; The Jurchens are like a prairie fire ignited in the white mountains and black waters, and are eventually burned to embers by the blood curse ignited by themselves; The Mongolian cavalry swept through the eight wastelands, composing a wolf epic that carried glory and curse. It flourished and died suddenly. A magnificent picture unfolds before our eyes, with whispers of gods and demons, tragic songs of heroes, and the rise and fall of civilizations. Liu Hao's heart was agitated, and he wanted to carve his name in this glorious world. However, when he looked around at the disparity between himself and this magnificent world, his boiling blood gradually cooled down. He seems to be just a spectator unable to write anything in this vast epic.