The Hidden Dragon Emerges from the Abyss

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang and took the emperor to move westward. Sixteen-year-old Chen Zhao climbed out of the pile of dead people, holding a gapped Huanshou knife in his hand. In his mind was a system that had followed him for ten years, and a complete "Three Kingdoms". He knows who will die, how and when. Those names are all on the list in Chen Zhao's hand. Others travel across time to compete for hegemony. He traveled across time to save people. From Luoyang to Runan, from the night of burning the city to the battle of heroes, he picked up people one after another who were owed by history. He used a system to observe the general trend of the world, used his farmland in Runan to support the refugees, and waited for the right time with two lifetimes of forbearance. He doesn't poach, he doesn't touch his brothers, he doesn't tear up his team. He just quietly planted his chess pieces in the gaps of history. Many years later, the world is divided into three parts. Cao Cao is in the north, Sun Quan is in the south, and Chen Zhao is sitting in the Central Plains, spanning Yingchuan in Runan and radiating to Jingyang and Yizhou. The people he rescued all became his arms. The young man he raised, Sima Yi, has stood on the other side of the river and has become the most perfect opponent in his life. This is a chess game between two men. One has lived two lifetimes, and the other has waited a lifetime. One has been pretending to be a little transparent at the chancellery since he was six years old, and the other has been reading "The Art of War" under the jujube tree since he was eleven years old. They are both good at forbearance, good at calculations, and both know what the other is thinking. The victory or defeat between them does not depend on the battlefield, but on who bows to fate first. And Sima Yi never finished the pot of wine he brought from Runan. "In this life I will only be an opponent, no longer a chess piece."