Characters – 8/10
I swear, I spent half this book shouting at Zetian to do something instead of getting punted around by other people’s schemes. She started out feral and unstoppable, and I loved her for it, but here she’s so reactive she feels like the human equivalent of a spinning office chair.
Qin Zheng, though—dear god. He woke up from his two-century nap, looked around, and decided to speedrun becoming the worst boss I’ve ever had. The narrative kept telling me he was a revolutionary genius, but most of the time he read like an overcaffeinated cult leader with a superiority complex. I still couldn’t look away. He’s the car crash of this book: horrifying, magnetic, a little bit funny if you squint.
Yizhi faded into a nice, bland afterthought. And all those new advisors? They felt like NPCs whose only job was to hover behind Zetian looking supportive. I’m pretty sure I could swap their names around, and nobody would notice.
Atmosphere / Setting – 9/10
The world is still deliciously grimy and larger-than-life. I could taste the metallic reek of crushed Hundun corpses and picture the neon glow of Chang’an at midnight. Even when the plot was deflating like a sad balloon, the atmosphere kept me invested.
That said, the space gods’ headquarters at the end felt less “cosmic threat” and more “abandoned shopping mall with a couple of drones.” But most of the book’s aesthetic was so vivid I forgave it.
Writing Style – 7.5/10
I have never read a book that sounded this much like someone live-tweeting their own revolution. It’s bold and unashamedly modern—sometimes to the point of feeling like a Tumblr post with a billion exclamation points.
There were moments I loved the bluntness—Zetian’s internal monologues have the energy of “fuck everything, burn it down.” But then we’d hit lines that were so on-the-nose it felt like the prose didn’t trust me to understand the point without a giant neon arrow.
Also, the Marxist safe words mid-sex scene? Peak cringe. I had to put the book down and reevaluate my life choices.
Plot – 6.5/10
The story here felt like a long list of errands labeled “state-building for dummies.” I started out hyped: Zetian was going to hunt down the gods! Challenge the whole system! And then…she spent 200 pages reacting to Qin Zheng’s imperial cosplay while everyone else ran around being incompetent.
I tried to be patient, but by the time the climax arrived—if I can even call it that—I was just tired. The big mission to destroy the gods’ space station was so rushed and convenient it felt like the narrative equivalent of tripping and accidentally hitting the self-destruct button.
I love ambitious stories, but this one needed another draft and a therapist.
Intrigue – 7.5/10
I can’t lie—there were definitely moments when I couldn’t put the book down. Watching Zetian fly the Yellow Dragon into the desert on a one-woman god-murder mission? Iconic.
But for every unhinged, riveting scene, there was another where I slogged through endless politicking that never built to anything. I felt like I was stuck in a meeting that could’ve been an email.
I still wanted to see what happened next, but I had to pep talk myself through the slog.
Logic / Relationships – 6/10
Let me be honest: the internal logic here is held together with duct tape and revolutionary fervor. I was supposed to believe Qin Zheng could wake up, read a couple history files, and instantly re-conquer an empire? Sure, buddy. And I’m the Empress of Mars.
The relationships didn’t fare much better. Zetian and Yizhi’s dynamic basically froze in place. Shimin turned into a haunted torso. And Zetian and Qin Zheng’s dynamic was an oscillation between “fascinating power struggle” and “please get therapy.”
And I still can’t get over the scene where Zetian’s feet are surgically fixed without her consent, and the narrative barely stops to consider how messed up that is. I mean—what??
Enjoyment – 7/10
I really wanted to love this. I wanted the sequel to take the wild energy of Iron Widow and blow it up into something even more unhinged and powerful. Instead, I got an overstuffed, lurching narrative that felt like a bloated second season of an anime that should’ve ended after twelve episodes.
But you know what? Even when I was annoyed, I wasn’t fully bored. The ambition here is undeniable. The mecha fights, the big ideas, the audacity—it’s all there. It just needed more discipline and less “look how clever I am” winking at the audience.
Will I read the next book? Yes. Because I’m a glutton for chaos.
Final Scores:
- Characters: 8
- Atmosphere / Setting: 9
- Writing Style: 7.5
- Plot: 6.5
- Intrigue: 7.5
- Logic / Relationships: 6
- Enjoyment: 7
Total: 51.5 / 70
CAWPILE-style average: ~7.35 / 10 — rounded rating: ★★★☆ (3.75 stars)