Recalling the days of the glorious Kaiyuan era, even the smallest towns sheltered ten thousand households. Rice flowed like oil and millet gleamed white; granaries, both public and private, brimmed with abundance. In the fourth year of Kaiyuan, the Tang Empire stood at its zenith, and Chang’an of Jingzhao was, without equal, the most splendid city on earth. Li Bai, Du Fu, He Zhizhang, Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Wang Changling, Wang Zhihuan, Wang Han, Cen Shen—illustrious literati whose names would echo through the ages—were about to make their grand entrance. Wang Zhongsi, Zhang Shougui, Li Yi, Geshu Han, Gao Xianzhi, Guo Ziyi—heroes whose deeds, for better or worse, would shape history—stood ready to take the stage in turn. Zhang Xu, Wu Daozi, Pei Min, Gongsun Daniu, Xu Hezi, Li Guinian—masters and geniuses of their arts—were soon to etch their names into the annals of time. Born in a flourishing age, Du Shiyi, a once celebrated prodigy now faded into mediocrity, cared not for the fate of the empire, but for how to live his second life with greater brilliance. In the radiant Tang dynasty, there was boldness and pride, unwavering self-assurance, generals rising and officials ascending, palaces opening to the heavens, and envoys from myriad nations bowing before imperial majesty..

In the year 197, during the Battle of Wancheng, Zhang Xiu led ten thousand troops in a sudden assault. The leader, Cao, demanded of his generals, "Who among you will drive back the enemy?" Cao Ren replied, "My lord, grant me just eight thousand men, and I will capture Zhang Xiu alive on the battlefield." Yu Jin declared, "My lord, give me five thousand soldiers, and I will surely repel Zhang Xiu." Cao Hong boasted, "My lord, with four thousand troops, I'll bring Zhang Xiu back to drink with us." Yue Jin said, "My lord, with just three thousand men under my command, I will defeat Zhang Xiu." Then Cao Ang stepped forward: "My lord, I require only two thousand men—no, eighteen hundred will suffice." In the corner of the command tent, the transmigrator Cao Xin curled his lip in disdain. Damn, even on Cao’s side, the competition is this fierce. Without joining the fray, there’s simply no chance to stand out. "No need to argue," he said, stepping forward with a massive iron spear slung over his shoulder. "I’ll go alone." Thus began his transformation into the ultimate contender, toying with the Three Kingdoms at his whim..

This was the best of times, an era of unparalleled splendor and glory, bequeathing to future generations the proud name of the Tang people. Yet it was also the worst of times, for flames of war raged along the borders, and the seeds of internal strife had already taken deep root in this land. Who was it that rode upon a celestial vessel through the void, singing night after night across these boundless rivers, mountains, and fields? With but a word spoken from those eloquent lips, the entire flourishing Tang dynasty came alive!.

Old Li found himself transported back in time, landing in the Tang dynasty as the biological daughter of Empress Wu Zetian. In order to live safely and comfortably, this ordinary man—who had never passed a single history exam, whose humanities grades were abysmal, and whose sciences were only mediocre—resolved to become the most cherished little darling to his royal parents, a sweet and lovable child. His goal was to be adored by everyone, to win hearts wherever he went… At first, he only hoped to witness history and quietly grow old in this world. Yet, as he became more and more immersed in the era, he realized he could no longer remain a mere bystander..