Inside the Red Dust Gate, one tumbles thrice; beyond it, one is a stranger to its realm.
Countless cycles of reincarnation, myriad identities, all merely a play of clouds and mist in the end.
In his second life, his first incarnation became a Human Emperor who ascended the throne in his teens, endowed with power.
Alas, by then the dynasty had changed hands over dozens of generations, and the nation's fortune had long since dwindled.
To salvage this teetering giant, for years he toiled with utmost dedication, even practicing frugality in disguise, eating only two meals a day, consisting solely of simple tea and plain rice.
