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Chapter 191 Chongzhen's Outburst, Swallowing the Golden Dragon Again
The dragon energy that had been transformed from the broken dragon scales had not yet had time to return and re-integrate into the golden dragon of the nation's destiny.

The crimson-gold net that covered Xuanfu and Datong trembled slightly, and with a single expansion, it had completely captured them.

In the next instant, the fate of the nation shifted, and a small golden dragon suddenly appeared, instantly swallowing all the dragon energy it had gathered into its belly.

In Xi'an, as the information about the rules flooded into his mind, Wang Chao couldn't help but show a satisfied expression.

Although it was formed from broken dragon energy, it still contained a lot of information about rules, and it was even comparable to one percent of the national fortune golden wolf of Lindan Khan.

It should be noted that this is only a small amount of dragon energy transformed from it.

This shows that even though the Ming Dynasty had declined, it was still far superior to the Tatar Tumed of Ligdan Khan.

Most importantly, the population of the Ming Dynasty far exceeded that of the Tatar Tumet.

Historically, some accounts say that the population at the end of the Ming Dynasty was 130 million, while others say it was 190 million.

However, in any case, the Ming Dynasty certainly had a population of over 100 million.

Could all the surrounding countries combined have the same population as the Ming Dynasty?

If it weren't for the emperor's incompetence, the officials' corruption and greed, the army's decadence, and natural and man-made disasters, how could the Later Jin have possibly conquered the Central Plains?

The Ming Dynasty did not perish at the hands of the Later Jin, but rather perished due to its own internal strife.

With such a large population, even though many have gradually lost their sense of belonging to the Ming Dynasty.

However, the national fortune and aura it can gather are still incomparable to those of ordinary countries.

Above Xuanfu and Datong, the military net is constantly colliding with the golden dragon of the Ming Dynasty's national destiny, without any skill or fancy moves.

This was the first time Wang Zhenyuan and the others had engaged in such a spiritual exchange, so naturally there were no techniques involved.

On the other side, Emperor Chongzhen, who was also controlling the golden dragon of the nation's destiny, was also doing this for the first time, and naturally had no skills whatsoever.

In the Shuntianfu Imperial Palace, Emperor Chongzhen lay pale-faced on his bed, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, but his mind was elsewhere.

At the bedside, Empress Zhou and Empress Dowager Zhang Yan both looked at Chongzhen with tense and anxious expressions, glancing from time to time at the imperial physician who was taking his pulse.

After Datong and Xuanfu were invaded by the Qing army, Emperor Chongzhen paid close attention to the changes in the national fortunes there.

When he sensed that the country's fortunes were beginning to decline, he became extremely anxious.

Fortunately, as time passed, he could also sense a large area of ​​dark red, iron-blooded aura approaching Datong Xuanfu from the east.

Meanwhile, in southern Shanxi, a small but extremely concentrated aura of iron-blooded ferocity was rapidly approaching Datong Xuanfu.

Only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

However, what happened next almost broke him down.

As those two fierce and menacing auras approached Datong Xuanfu, the fate of Datong, belonging to the Ming Dynasty, had already begun to rapidly collapse and perish.

Even the golden dragon representing the nation's destiny above the capital began to roam and roar restlessly. Even the scales on its body showed signs of collapse, releasing a large amount of golden dragon energy, with more gray and black energy adhering to it.

What this meant was clear to Emperor Chongzhen when he was able to connect with the nation's destiny and the dragon's aura.

That means Datong has been completely occupied by other forces.

Even Xuanfu was falling one after another. The two iron-blooded forces that had originally stormed into Xuanfu had retreated back into the Great Wall at Badaling. The fate of the Ming Dynasty was rapidly fading away.

Thus, Emperor Chongzhen was naturally extremely anxious. If the enemy army breached the Badaling Great Wall, there would be virtually no obstacle between them and the capital.

Wouldn't he have to go through the danger of the capital being besieged again?

It was under these circumstances that Chongzhen's anxious and devastated mind resonated with the golden dragon symbolizing the nation's destiny.

Suddenly, a bright yellow national fortune rose from the palace, which he had completely taken control of, and quickly flowed into his body.

In the next instant, his spirit soared and entered the body of the Golden Dragon of National Fortune.

When he realized what was happening, Chongzhen found that his perspective had shifted to looking down on the capital.

After a while, Chongzhen gradually realized that his consciousness had probably merged with the golden dragon of the nation's destiny.

At this moment, Chongzhen felt incredibly powerful, as if he were omnipotent.

Unconsciously, Chongzhen wanted to swim and let out a long, joyful roar.

However, as soon as it began to move, it felt incredibly heavy, as if it were rusty.

At the same time, the rattling of chains could be heard from all around.

It twisted its body with difficulty and turned the dragon head.

Only then did Chongzhen realize that his dragon body, which should have been radiant with gold, was filled with a grayish-black aura, much like age spots, making his body appear decayed, heavy, and frail.

In addition, his body was bound by chains, which firmly restrained him in the sky above the capital.

In an instant, Chongzhen understood. He recalled what he had seen in his physical body earlier, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. It was all those insects.

However, he knew this was not the time to dwell on such things, so he turned the dragon head and looked towards the direction of Xuanfu Datong.

Upon closer inspection, Emperor Chongzhen discovered even more details.

It turns out that the Qing troops that had invaded Xuanfu and Datong had also been driven out.

The army that is now occupying Datong and continuously encroaching on Xuanfu is the Salvation Army from Shaanxi.

Thinking of the People's Salvation Army, which had already occupied Shaanxi and Sichuan, and had successively defeated Turpan and Ligdan Khan, and now had defeated the Qing army and occupied Xuanfu and Datong.

Emperor Chongzhen's eyes were bloodshot, his heart burning with anger, pain, and sorrow all surging within him.

Could it be that the more than two hundred years of ancestral foundation of my Great Ming Dynasty is about to be buried in my hands?

In a fit of rage and anger, Chongzhen attempted to break free of his chains and ride the golden dragon of national destiny to tear apart the army sent to save the people. "Roar! Roar! Roar!"

With each roar of the dragon, Chongzhen twisted his dragon body.

However, the chains binding him were rattling loudly, binding him tightly and preventing him from breaking free.

In the very end, Emperor Chongzhen suddenly had a stroke of inspiration and exhaled a breath of pure dragon energy.

In an instant, the dragon energy surged and merged with the golden cloud power below, transforming into a smaller version of the golden dragon symbolizing the nation's destiny.

Immediately afterwards, a portion of Chongzhen's mind was torn away and instantly poured into the smaller version of the golden dragon representing the nation's destiny.

"Ang ang ang"

In that instant, Chongzhen felt a sharp pain from his very soul that overwhelmed his mind and made him roar out involuntarily.

The roars of dragons echoed throughout the vast wilderness.

At this moment, throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, people could faintly hear the extremely painful roars of dragons.

No matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find the slightest clue.

In the end, they just thought it was their own illusion.

Emperor Chongzhen, still in the physical realm, instantly coughed up a mouthful of blood, tilted his head back, and fainted, causing chaos in the palace.

After the excruciating pain subsided, Chongzhen still needed half a day to rest before he recovered.

Feeling his strange state, Chongzhen was somewhat bewildered.

He now seems to have three feelings: one from his physical body, another from the golden dragon of national destiny bound by countless chains.

The last one, however, was that smaller version of the golden dragon symbolizing the nation's destiny.

Needless to say, there's the physical body in reality, and the golden dragon of national destiny that's bound by countless chains.

What pleased Chongzhen the most was the smaller version of the golden dragon symbolizing the nation's destiny.

The smaller version of the National Fortune Golden Dragon is not only much smaller than the real National Fortune Golden Dragon, but its body is even somewhat transparent.

However, its body was pure gold in color, without any gray or black contamination, and without any chains binding it.

It must be said that human potential is truly limitless; when pushed to the brink, no one knows what kind of power they will unleash.

Just like Emperor Chongzhen, in that state of intense anger and rage, his mind broke free from the constraints of his body and merged into the golden dragon of the nation's destiny, even evolving into a clone.

Isn't this much better than Huang Taiji?

All I can say is, crisis, crisis.
Danger can also be an opportunity.

After experiencing this wondrous state for a while, Chongzhen then controlled the smaller version of the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, which circled continuously above the capital, emitting soft yet joyful dragon roars.

After a long while, Chongzhen finally came to his senses. He still had important things to do.

Subsequently, Chongzhen did not return to his body to report his safety to everyone. Instead, he quickly absorbed some dragon energy above the golden dragon cloud, solidified the smaller version of the national fortune golden dragon, and then controlled the national fortune golden dragon to rush towards Xuanfu Datong.

What happened next is self-evident: they angrily launched a direct attack on Xuanfu and Datong, only to be intercepted by the militia's net of military energy.

After a series of attacks, and realizing that he was powerless against the military's net of qi, the once-passionate Chongzhen Emperor, looking at the battered and shattered golden dragon of national fortune that had once again become illusory, began to gradually develop the intention to retreat.

But would the dynasty do as he wished?
The dynasty, which was controlling the dragon energy clone to continuously devour the dragon energy of the Ming Dynasty's national fortune, noticed that the golden dragon of national fortune seemed to be retreating, and couldn't help but sneer.

Do you think you can just come and go as you please in the territory of my militia?
"Ang~!"

With a thought, the golden dragon representing the nation's destiny, which was originally only a dozen meters in size, suddenly let out a dragon roar, and its body expanded dozens of times in an instant, becoming even larger than Chongzhen's golden dragon avatar representing the nation's destiny.

Then, the golden dragon of national fortune, which had expanded dozens of times, suddenly swung its tail and shot out like lightning.

The military network, which had shown no signs of breaking despite Chongzhen's efforts, was now as if it were nothing, allowing the dynasty to sweep through it effortlessly.

Upon seeing the golden dragon representing the nation's destiny, which had suddenly expanded dozens of times and become much larger than himself, Chongzhen was slightly taken aback.

When they realized what was happening and tried to run away in fear, it was already too late.

The massive body of the dynasty transformed into a golden light, its dragon mouth wide open, and it bit down directly on Chongzhen's dragon head.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

A crisp sound resounded through the spiritual realm, and Chongzhen was instantly bitten in two. His entire body collapsed and turned into a cloud of dragon energy.

The dynasty, naturally, did not stand on ceremony. It directly inhaled forcefully, devouring all the dragon energy and merging it with the power of the rules within.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's tail swung, instantly returning to the area above Datong and Xuanfu, spitting out countless golden rays as a reward for attracting and slaying the golden dragon avatar of the Ming Dynasty's national destiny.

Then, the dynasty circled around Datong Xuanfu, looking at the scene of people suffering below, and couldn't help but let out a low dragon roar.

Finally, it transformed into a golden light, crossed the Hetao Plain from Datong, returned to the area above Xi'an, Shaanxi, and merged into the main body of the Golden Dragon of National Fortune.

After the golden dragon above disappeared into golden light, Wang Zhenyuan and the other two breathed a slight sigh of relief. After exchanging glances, they stopped operating their array formation.

The crimson-gold net in the sky was slowly dissipating.

As for that cloud dragon, it had already dissipated and disappeared when the golden dragon of national destiny controlled by Chongzhen collapsed.

Ultimately, it failed to break through the barrier of the crimson gold net.

This made the people of Xuanfu and Datong very happy.

The Ming soldiers stationed at the Badaling section of the Great Wall were somewhat disappointed.

(End of this chapter)