Huang Tiandangli: I Will Exchange My Blood for the Common People

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Huan Ling lost his way. Natural disasters occurred one after another. The land was bare for thousands of miles, and the roads were blocked by hungry people. The living people are just the walking corpses lingering in hell. The Julu man opened his horns and accidentally read the ancient book "The Essential Art of Peace" and understood the "laws of humanity". He could have practiced Taoism in seclusion and transcended the mundane world, but in front of all the withered bones, with blood oozing from his seven orifices, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Heaven! Since you regard all things as stupid dogs, then this heaven should also be changed!" What he has to face is the millions of soldiers of the Han Dynasty, the thousand-year-old foundation of the noble families, and the combined stranglehold of "hegemony" and "the law of heaven". This is destined to be a journey of a moth flying into a flame. But Zhang Jiao knew that someone had to put out the fire. Because - "If we don't use this body of flesh and blood to open a way out, those who come after us will not even be qualified to die on the road."