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Chapter 344 The Ming Dynasty! The Great Ming Dynasty!! (4000 words)

The corpse's skin was like cast gold, dazzling and eye-catching.

If it weren't for the extremely dense corpse aura contained within its body, it would never have been recognized as a corpse.

The golden-armored corpse strode forward and stood motionless in front of the youth.

Zhang Yuanzhu unleashed his 'Breaking Illusion' secret technique, directly penetrating his skin and flesh to see the eight-layered spiritual platform suspended in his dantian.

The spiritual platform was a deep yellow color, swirling with wisps of corpse energy, and chains wrapped around it, forming a restriction.

"let's start."

Without hesitation, he cast a spell.

Wow! Wow!
The chains retracted, the deep yellow spirit platform trembled slightly, and streams of corpses surged out.

From behind the golden-armored corpse, a burst of bloody light erupted from the coffin, enveloping the body.

Roar!Roar!
The refining corpse roared, shattering the clouds in the sky.

Blood-red light surged wildly into his body, and wisps of corpse energy were born, converging towards his dantian.

In an instant, the mind platform trembled violently, and a layer of phantom image gradually appeared at the top of the mind platform.

Time passed second by second, the phantom became more and more real, the mental platform trembled more and more, and even tiny cracks appeared.

“It’s still a little short!”

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a head appeared in his palm.

This is the head of the Wuliang Palace envoy, which was not wasted in the battle and has been used as resources for refining corpses.

With his palm raised, his head floated directly above the golden-armored corpse, cascading down strands of bloody light to solidify the spiritual platform with the blood of a True Fiend Realm cultivator.

In an instant, the mental platform stabilized considerably, and the illusory image on the mental platform began to condense more rapidly.

A stick of incense!

An hour!
Six hours!

bang~
The blood in the real person's head dried up and turned to ashes.

The ninth level of the spiritual platform leaped into reality.

roar~
The golden-armored corpse roared to the sky, and its rolling corpse energy swept across the vast wilderness like a sea, burying the remains scattered everywhere.

Golden rays burst forth from his body, illuminating vast stretches of land.

"Ninth level Foundation Establishment Corpse Refinement, successful!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's deep, double pupils gazed at the rampaging corpse, his fingertips shifting as he slowly formed a hand seal.

Wow! Wow!
Chains formed within the corpse's dantian, slowly and steadily climbing towards the ninth level of the spiritual platform.

In an instant, the golden-armored corpse stopped roaring, and its lifeless eyes looked at the crimson shadow.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, a playful smile on his lips.

A struggle flashed across the face of the corpse, before it finally knelt down, appearing to submit.

At the same time, chains wrapped around the nine-layered spiritual platform, transforming into a restriction.

"If you survive a hundred years of slavery, you will be free."

The young man spoke to himself, as if he were having a dialogue with something.

Then, he waved his hand.

The golden-armored corpse immediately got up, lay back down in the coffin, closed the lid, and continued refining the essence of flesh and blood.

After all, it is a real person of flesh and blood (the Boundless Messenger), and it will take more time to fully digest it.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the black coffin and nodded in satisfaction.

A refining corpse at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment significantly boosted his strength.

Next, it's about increasing one's own strength.

The four spiritual platforms within his dantian trembled slightly, and streams of magical power burst forth, surging towards the strange space in the corner.

Inside his body, the large tendons twisted and turned, constantly absorbing the body-refining elixir.

Every minute, every second, his strength was increasing.

The young man immersed himself in spiritual practice.

After an unknown amount of time, the jade slip in his arms trembled slightly, and streams of messages entered his mind, interrupting his cultivation.

"There are still so many immortal cities willing to serve the Yuan Kingdom."

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils and stood up.

Boom!

Like a divine mountain rising up, it soars into the sky and fills the entire space.

"Then kill!"

With one step, his figure vanished.

For more than a month, the Yuan Dynasty has been in turmoil, with war breaking out everywhere.

First, the secondary capital Anping City was destroyed, and the Crown Prince died.

Subsequently, Dadu fell, and 100,000 soldiers, along with the entire court and even the Yuan emperor, perished.

Following this, Zhuoyang, Hanhai, Canglei, and the remnants of the Qian Kingdom successively attacked the Yuan Kingdom.

The city was breached and the cultivators were killed; blood stained the heavens and earth.

Some rogue cultivators took the opportunity to cause chaos, some demonic cultivators slaughtered living beings, and some with ulterior motives hid under the shadow of the tide.
Xianyuan City, spanning three hundred miles and surrounded by a great river, is a major city in the northwest of the Yuan Kingdom.

Within the city, cultivators clad in white armor stood on the city walls; powerful auras permeated the area; and array patterns flickered erratically.

Outside the city, there was a vast ocean, with no land left. Many cultivators dressed in blue Taoist robes stood on the seawater, staring intently at the city.

A handsome young man, holding a whisk, stepped out from the crowd.

"Fellow Daoists, the Yuan Emperor is dead, all civil and military officials are gone, and the situation is hopeless. Why not surrender quickly?"

"Immortal Soldier Valley is contemptible. Qi Heng is just a brat. We swear to die rather than surrender."

A warrior clad in platinum armor shouted and cursed.

"That rebellious Zhang Yuanzhu will one day..."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The crisp sound of footsteps hitting the sea interrupted the roar, and a crimson figure appeared from the horizon.

It was a figure carrying a long, white ruler, with five-colored thunder pearls hanging from his waist and a long sword on his back.

Although not particularly tall, it instantly captured the attention of all living beings upon its appearance, seemingly the only one in the world, attracting one gaze after another.

Whether they curse or resent, when they actually face that person, the opponent will only feel a deep-seated trembling and fear.

Snapped!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped, his five fingers lightly gripping the long ruler.

Raise your arm, extend the ruler!
Its shimmering white light, like a celestial radiance, divided heaven and earth, measured yin and yang, and struck the city wall.

Boom!

The array patterns tore apart, blood churned, and dust rose everywhere.

A series of mournful cries echoed through the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu put away his ruler, not looking at the Immortal City, and slightly turned his body to whisper to Qi Heng:

"Kill all the thieves, and do not let a single one escape."

Turn around and head towards the end of the sea.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, we won't let a single one escape."

Qi Heng clasped his hands and bowed to the young man's back.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Heng stood up and looked towards Immortal Origin City.

The dust had long since settled, revealing the slash marks that stretched for dozens of miles, and the wailing of armored soldiers amidst the ruins.

A large section of the city wall was reduced to ruins, a truly tragic sight.

Even Qi Heng was shocked. This was far beyond what someone at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment could possess; the combat power was simply too overwhelming.

Call ~
As he exhaled a breath of turbid air, Qi Heng felt even more strongly that the old mountain lord's choice before his death was correct. As long as Brother Zhang Dao grew up, the Han Hai lineage would surely be safe.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, and the whisk in his hand rose into the air.

"Disciples, follow me and destroy this city."

"Kill! Kill!"

In an instant, the sea churned, giant waves surged, and countless streams of water rushed into the sky, crashing down upon the immortal city.

The sounds of killing, roaring, and howling in despair echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

Finally, all fell silent, except for the sound of the surging waves.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu traveled across the lands and rivers of the Yuan Kingdom, making a series of moves.

He breached the city walls, slaughtered the rebellious demonic cultivators, and killed the hidden disciples of the Boundless Palace.
From south to north, from east to west, blood stained the entire Yuan capital, leaving the cultivators speechless and utterly silent.

The country was in turmoil and on the verge of collapse, yet it was forcibly brought together. The three major lineages of Han Hai, Zhuo Yang, and Cang Lei quickly dispatched personnel to take over the Yuan Kingdom.

In the 1537th year of the Yuan Dynasty, outside the capital city of Dadu.

The cultivators stood solemnly, stretching for hundreds of miles; armored soldiers were like clouds, and the aura of war filled the sky; Foundation Establishment cultivators stood in four directions, maintaining the army.

In the center of the army, four figures sat cross-legged.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arms on his knees, looked at the three fellow Daoists opposite him, and whispered:
"Fellow Daoists Qi Heng, Feng Ling, and Feng Xintang, thank you for your trouble during this time."

Feng Ling chuckled, shook her head, and smiled brightly:

“We are merely killing petty villains, while you, my fellow Daoist, have conquered Dadu, killed the Yuan Emperor, and annihilated True Persons. Each of these tasks is a hundred or a thousand times more arduous than ours.”

Qi Heng nodded, his face full of agreement.

“Fellow Daoist Feng is right. If it weren’t for Brother Zhang’s successive interventions, we don’t know when we would have been able to take over the Yuan Kingdom.”

Feng Xintang, standing to the side, stroked the halberd stuck in her side and spoke:
"The Yuan Kingdom has been captured. I wonder what your plans are, brother?"

"Supporting a puppet emperor is something I imagine you wouldn't approve of, fellow Daoist."

As the words drifted by, everyone fell silent, gazing at the tall, slender figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped his knee with his five fingers, his gaze sharp as he scanned the three men.

What are your thoughts?

The three exchanged a glance, and in unison uttered two words:
"Establish a nation!"

After a pause, Feng Ling explained:

"This place has been under the rule of dynasties since ancient times. Changes in dynasties have occurred frequently, which can minimize turmoil."

"If it is directly controlled under the lineage, it will consume too much energy and cannot be integrated into combat power in a short time."

Feng Xintang withdrew her hand from the halberd, her expression solemn:

"The Yan Kingdom has deployed a large number of troops on the border. Although they are preoccupied with their own affairs due to the death of Master Xuanqing, they cannot remain in this state forever and will not give us much time."

Qi Heng nodded slightly, acknowledging the words of his two allies, and looked directly at the young man:

“Establishing a nation and ruling over billions of lives is indeed the best way, and it can also leave a way out for the three lineages.”

Zhang Yuanzhu listened quietly to the three people's conversation. His double pupils were deep and unfathomable, like the starry sky, captivating all who heard them.

He slowly rose, patted his red robe, and gazed at the vast army that stretched across the hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.

"Then establish a new dynasty to replace the Yuan dynasty."

He lowered his head slightly, gazing at the petite woman clad in armor, and whispered:
"I have never forgotten to expel the Yan Kingdom and restore the kingdom for my fellow Daoists."

A touch of emotion flashed in Feng Xintang's eyes.

She wasn't stupid; she naturally understood the significance of the young man speaking up and making those remarks in this situation.

This is to silence all forces and completely extinguish the possibility of restoring the kingdom.

The woman stood up, clasped her hands in a fist and bowed.

"The Divine Arrest Bureau will never forget this kindness!"

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand dismissively.

Then, his gaze fell on Feng Ling and Qi Heng, and he stretched out his hand, pointing to the dilapidated capital.

"Fifteen days from now, a new country will be established within the capital. I would appreciate it if you fellow Daoists could help clean up the remains."

"Very well, I will certainly not disappoint you, fellow Daoist."

Qi Heng stood up and chuckled.

Feng Ling looked at the ruined capital and nodded.

With the strength of cultivators, it would be enough to restore the basic operation of the capital within fifteen days.

Zhang Yuanzhu talked with the three for a while, then walked outside. Fifteen days would be enough for him to cultivate for a period of time and further improve his strength.

As Feng Xintang watched the young man's retreating figure, she seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke:
"Brother Zhang, what is the name of the newly established country?"

The crimson figure paused slightly, then continued walking and disappeared.

Only a low, deep voice drifted over.

"I will use the sun and moon to slay the Yuan emperor, and the new nation will be enlightened!"

"bright?"

The three remained silent, contemplating the new name of their nation.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked to the foot of the mountain, leaned against the rock wall, looked at the sky, and remained silent, his eyes filled with contemplation.

I don't know how much time passed before I turned to look at the open space not far away.

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A silvery laugh echoed in the air.

A beautiful figure dressed in a black dress appeared and stood in front of the young man.

This was an absolutely beautiful woman, who looked quite young. She was graceful and elegant, with a curvaceous figure, flowing black hair, a radiant forehead, and bright, intelligent eyes, like an ethereal fairy.

Beautiful and otherworldly, a sight rarely seen in this mortal world.

As soon as she appeared, her delicate hand reached out and touched the young man's furrowed brow.

"What is there to worry about? Establishing a country and becoming an emperor, wouldn't that make you happy?"

Snapped!
Zhang Yuanzhu gripped his wrist, his face showing helplessness.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. What brings you to this place?"

The woman withdrew her hand, a faint smile on her face, and came to the young man's side, like a swaying divine lotus, pure and beautiful.

"With constant turmoil within the Ancient Cliff Mountain, it is only natural that I must gather information for the Six Desires Peak."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, simply gazing at the woman.

Do you really believe that yourself?

Send a saintess to investigate the situation.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

Xie Beiling chuckled, reaching out to smooth the wrinkles in the young man's red robe.

Her expression gradually became serious and solemn.

"The sects will not intervene in the chaos at Ancient Cliff Mountain, and the Golden Light Pavilion will also remain neutral. This is information I obtained from my master."

"Is that so?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, his five fingers gently stroking the long ruler.

"That's how it is. Immortal Soldier Valley will have no more allies but yourselves."

The woman lowered her hand, her voice soft.

"If things go wrong, leave Immortal Soldier Valley and Ancient Cliff Mountain. Go to the Demon Clan or the Past River Plain, where there is hope for survival."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looking directly into those alluring eyes, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"You know my nature."

"The sect is not worth my life to protect, but some people should not die."

The woman was helpless; seven years had passed, and the young man's personality remained the same.

But it is precisely because of this that people are willing to sink deeper and deeper into depravity.

"Do not worry, I will survive, and I will walk to the end of the road."

The young man stretched out his palm, caught the strands of golden light, and slowly clenched his fist, as if he wanted to grasp the entire world.

"Never do such dangerous things again, for the demonic path is fraught with peril."

The woman looked at the young man's gentle face and parted her red lips slightly:

"I will pay attention."

She paused, her red lips curving into a smile:

"After all, if I am not here when you reach the summit, wouldn't it be a waste of all the years we've known each other?"

"Then you must live a long life, fellow Daoist. When you reach the pinnacle in the future, I promise you eternal life."

The two stood side by side, gazing at the sun high in the sky, and talked for a long time.

Xie Beiling's main and secondary bodies simultaneously broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, forging a superior spiritual platform. The changes and blockades of the Sacred Peak were all reported to others.

Zhang Yuanzhu forged a supreme spiritual platform, slaying demons on the border, defeating the divine son, and setting up an array to reverse the fate of a True Person.
The two talked about their experiences and recounted worldly secrets.

For a long, long time, until the sun set in the west, it slowly came to a stop.

(End of this chapter)