An ancient book toppled, and Lu Heng's soul was transported into the war-torn, dying Chaotic Dynasty.
His elder brother was brutally killed, and he was trapped in a deserted temple, clinging to life.
A fragmentary scroll in his arms grew faintly warm, almost as if it had a heartbeat.
Beacon fires blazed across the land, and human lives were worth less than grass.
In this world that devoured the weak, all he wanted was to survive.
Even if the path in his hands led straight into the abyss.
