Fantasy Three Kingdoms: Beginning With the Conquest of Shu Han

The Han has lost the deer, and all under Heaven now chase after it.

Liu Feng lived through one life, then was reborn from a great dream. In a fleeting dream, he glimpsed the end of his own fate.

In his previous life, he became Liu Bei's abandoned pawn. He 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 a hatred that reaches the heavens. With the fortune of dynasties coursing through him, he sets out to prove his Dao and claim the realm!

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhuge Liang have all been reborn.

They seek 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.

Recruit fierce generals, gather brilliant talents, and crush the warlords' divided dominions.

Slay his enemies, bring order to the realm, and reshape the Three Kingdoms!

To die with his name in tatters and his bones lost to the earth: that was the fate ordained by Heaven, and an ending he would never accept.

To survive, to seize the realm in this age of chaos, to save a world laid waste before his eyes.

He sets out with his spear in hand, leaving withered bones at every step and a trail of mountains and rivers behind him.

In that age, heroes rose in every direction, their fortunes shifting like stars. Cao Mengde held the emperor to command the warlords, Sun Zhongmou held Jiangdong and watched the realm, and Liu Bei ruled Shu and commanded the heroes.

Facing it all, Liu Feng stood at the heart of the troubled age and roared at the sky:

Are kings and ministers born to their stations?

If Liu Bei can rise, Cao Cao can rule, and Sun Quan can become king, what have I, Liu Feng, to fear?

There is evil in the rivers and lakes, hunger in the wilds, and extravagance in the halls of power. The people are like ants, barely surviving in the cracks.

I bow to no immortal, serve no god, believe in no fate, and kneel to no Heaven.

If this chaotic age cannot be pacified, then 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 vault...