In the last years of the Great Qian, the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is blowing. In troubled times, heroes and heroes rise together... On the court, an old man with a broken sword sits on a dragon chair like a candle in the wind. Qianhang hangs his last breath. Among the clans in the northern border, a young son who is as brilliant as a god wants to use the world as a game of chess, and he will fight. ...this absurd and chaotic world. In the desert in the northwest, young men in fresh clothes and angry horses looked at the border of Dagan through the dusty sky, with low brows and eyes, and millions of soldiers behind them swallowed thousands of miles like tigers. In the depths, a poor scholar walked out of the deep mountain surrounded by the poor with a bowl of porridge. He vowed to make the world belong to the people of the world!