Fantasy Three Kingdoms: Beginning With the Conquest of Shu Han

When the Han dynasty loses its hold on the realm, all contenders rise to claim it. Liu Feng lived through one lifetime, then was reborn in a great dream. Like a fleeting dream of wealth, it revealed the end of his fate. In his previous life, he became Liu Bei’s abandoned son, refused to send troops to rescue Guan Yu, lost Shangyong, and was sentenced to death by Liu Bei, dying with hatred in his heart. In this life, he returns with overwhelming resentment and, relying on the dynastic fortune within him, embarks on the path to prove his Dao and contend for the realm! Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhuge Liang have all been reborn. They intend to recreate Shu Han’s hegemony, unaware that the young man before them is no longer the puppet adopted son they could manipulate at will. He recruits fierce generals and brilliant strategists, crushes the warlords’ divided rule, slays his enemies, brings order to the realm, and reshapes the Three Kingdoms! To die with his name disgraced and his body lost without a trace was the fate ordained by Heaven, but it was an ending he would never accept. To survive, to contend for this chaotic realm, and to save a world scarred beyond recognition, he sets out with his spear. Every step leaves bones behind, and every mile crosses another mountain or river. In those days, warlords rose in every quarter, and the stars of destiny waxed and waned. Cao Mengde held the emperor to command the warlords, Sun Zhongmou occupied Jiangdong and watched the realm, and Liu Bei ruled from Shu and commanded the heroes. Facing it all, Liu Feng stood at the heart of the chaos and roared at the sky: “Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations? If Liu Bei can rise, Cao Cao can dominate, and Sun Quan can rule, what have I, Liu Feng, to fear?” There is evil in the martial world, hunger in the wilds, extravagance in the courts, and the people are like ants, barely surviving in the cracks. I bow to no immortal, worship no god, believe in no fate, and kneel to no Heaven. If this chaotic age cannot be brought to peace, I will trample it into submission. One day, my iron hooves will cross the Central Plains, and my spear will point straight at the celestial firmament…