Embers at the End of Jin

The Rebellion of the Eight Princes drained away the last remnants of the Taikang Golden Age, and the age of reckoning finally arrived. The Liu Han attack year after year, Shi Le lies low and bides his time, Liu Yao sets his sights on Guanzhong, Li Xiong seizes Sichuan, and Jiangdong watches from the sidelines. Across the Central Plains, bones lie exposed in the wilderness, and for a thousand miles not a rooster crows. The once-prosperous imperial capital is already teetering amid storms. Flee! Flee! The Prince of Langya is recruiting worthy men. Jiangdong may yet find peace! But I was reborn into disaster from the start, in Ningping City! At that time, Qian Duan, commander of the vanguard, was ordered by Wang Yan to hastily meet the enemy. He was cut down from his horse, and thousands of soldiers scattered. By dusk that day, Shi Le's cavalry would gallop forth, slaughtering two hundred thousand people. Xiao Qing, who had just transmigrated here, felt his hands and feet go cold. He refused to become one of the countless corpses and had to fight for his own survival, carving out a path to live through this desperate situation. Fortunately, Heaven had given him a glimmer of hope. I would be like the dying embers, using the barbarian horsemen ravaging the Central Plains as fuel, and restore the splendor of Huaxia!