I Invite You All with a Scroll

In the realm of mountains and rivers, the harp can confuse the mind, the chess game can trap a city, the book can give orders, and the martial arts can defeat thousands of armies. Only the art of painting has a incomplete inheritance. It can only trace animals and imitate things, and reproduce things that already existed based on old paper. This is regarded by the world as an inferior art. On the day when Yan Chengzhao, the seventh prince of Dasheng, was enlightened at the age of twelve, he finally remembered his past life. In that long-gone world, there was Zhao Yun, who had a white horse and a silver spear, who entered and exited seven times, Guan Yu, who was powerful in China and loyal to the world, the Overlord of Western Chu who was strong enough to carry a cauldron but refused to cross the river, the Monkey King who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and Erlang Zhenjun, who became a saint in the flesh. But this world has never heard of them. When all the painters asserted that "it is impossible for a person without historical records to emerge from the painting," Yan Chengzhao picked up his pen. "The Mountain and River Realm doesn't have their history, so I'll draw it." Many years later, millions of armies from various countries came to the imperial city. The sage of the piano played the strings, the sage of chess played the pieces, and the sage of calligraphy issued orders to the world. Yan Chengzhao stood alone at the top of the city and unfolded nine scrolls behind him. "Gentlemen." "Please come out and fight."