Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 315 The End, Establishment, Future
boom! boom! boom!
The immortal's body collided with the starlight reflecting the Purple Palace, instantly exploding into a bloody mist. Each explosion signified the annihilation of an immortal. As the eighteen Xuanjia Secret Guards turned to ashes and scattered, the Purple Palace Heaven-Fighting Array collapsed with a deafening roar.

The two surviving immortals finally began to flee.

But it's too late.

Changsun Wangqing, wielding his light-browed dagger, pointed it at the remaining immortals and slashed down with a single blow that seemed to cause mountains to collapse and the heavens to crumble, crashing down upon them.

"Mysterious Purity Supreme Method, Break the Formation!" An immortal spat out his essence blood, causing his aura to surge dramatically. He then held a seal in his hand, which grew rapidly in the wind and quickly transformed into a massive mountain several thousand meters in size, crashing towards his head.

boom! !

The earth shook violently, and the seal, as large as a mountain, was almost shattered, turning into a stream of light that swept back.

Before the remaining immortal could react, the blade of Changsun Wangqing's light eyebrow dagger had already pierced through the air, pointing at the immortal's brow. With just a slight thrust forward, at such close range, the immortal would surely die.

"puff!"

"So this is how it ended!"

The immortal could not accept that more than ten immortals had descended to the mortal realm, all eager and ambitious, wanting to seize the forbidden divine object and question the supreme immortal path.

As a result, not to mention the divine beings, they didn't even have time to take a good look at the magnificent scenery of the human world before they were utterly defeated and the immortals perished.

"At your peak, I was not afraid, but now your mind is in chaos and your vital energy is greatly damaged. How can you be my opponent?" Yan Yimei let out a long roar and quickly cut off the other party's head. Stepping on the void, the tip of her blade picked up half of the broken immortal's corpse.

This is the final battle.

All the immortals who descended from the Heavenly Gate were slaughtered by Zhu Jinzhen and his generals, none of them escaping unscathed.

At least, that's how it appears to outsiders.

"The immortal has been defeated??"

"No, the immortal is dead?"

"Impossible, impossible! They were immortals! How could immortals die?"

"Aren't they supposed to be able to bring the dead back to life, aren't they supposed to be immortal?" The Demon Lord seemed to be in a daze, gazing at the sky and muttering these words over and over again. He couldn't accept that the immortals who had descended to the mortal realm would end up like this.

They are immortals, truly immortals!!
What happened to the saying that only by becoming a mountain, dominating the world for countless years, can one be called an immortal?
Is this the result? ?
The Demon Lord felt a sweet taste in his throat, and amidst the turmoil of his emotions, he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

Even so, his eyes did not become clear; on the contrary, he seemed to be going mad.

"Nine immortals, plus the two pseudo-immortals of the Celestial Realm who were killed at the beginning, that makes a total of eleven!" The Heavenly Emperor could hardly accept what was happening before his eyes. What was even harder to accept was that even with the Heavenly Gate wide open and the immortals descending to earth, Zhu Jinzhen only managed to stop the even more terrifying immortals from descending from the Heavenly Gate twice.

And it was just about forcibly bringing back the female immortal who had escaped.

The remaining immortals were all killed by Zhu Jinzhen's subordinates Changsun Wangqing, Yan Yimei, and Yang Ning, as well as the eighteen Xuanjia Secret Guards who paid the ultimate price.

How could the Heavenly Emperor accept this?
But what truly made the Heavenly Emperor's very soul tremble was not this.

Rather, it was the ancestor whom the immortal Luoyue invited at a great cost before his death. He was suspected to be a Heavenly Emperor who ruled over all living beings and was in harmony with the Dao of Heaven and Earth!
That Heavenly Emperor...

They were repelled, or rather, scared away, by Zhu Jinzhen!

This is what the Heavenly Emperor finds most unacceptable and unbelievable.

The mere thought of it would cause his body to tremble uncontrollably, stemming from the deepest fear in his soul, a fear even greater than that of life and death!

"That sir has predicted that the human world will face a great calamity in the future, which will sweep across the realms of gods, demons, and monsters."

"Perhaps... it refers to this Prince Su?"

A secret rumor he had once heard from above surfaced in the Heavenly Emperor's mind. Combined with the horrifying scene of immortals being slaughtered like rain before his eyes, he became even more certain of his suspicions. He even unconsciously used a respectful form of address when addressing Zhu Jinzhen.

He was clearly terrified.

Within the capital.

Inside a large mansion.

An old man, so nervous that he pulled out most of his beard, winced in pain, but his eyes wouldn't leave his face for a second. His mouth twitched as he exclaimed repeatedly, "Immortals falling like rain! This scene is a wonder of the ages, unheard of and unseen before!"

The Night Emperor leaned against the railing, gazing at the sky, and subconsciously replied, "Immortals falling like rain, their corpses lying in the mortal realm, is unprecedented in history. Now, this has set a precedent for the first time in a thousand years, naturally something unheard of and unseen."

"How do you feel?" The old man's gaze was fixed on the immortals who had been killed and fallen. He wished he could go up and hug one of the immortal corpses and run away, whether to try it out or for some other reason.

Even the corpse of an immortal was more tempting to him than mountains of gold and silver.

"There is still a road ahead, and the heavens are not peaceful. Even if one becomes an immortal, one cannot escape greed, anger, ignorance, and rage." The Night Emperor looked up at everything happening in the sky, already in awe of the great mountain. He had no right to comment, only to marvel. But then, as if recalling a scene from before, he added, "Even immortals cannot escape love, hate, and separation."

"That may not necessarily be about love, hate, or separation."

Upon hearing this, the old man had a different opinion. Having lived in the mortal world for hundreds of years and witnessed countless partings and deaths, he was moved by the immortal's deep emotions. However, considering the reaction of Prince Su, Zhu Jinzhen, later on, it was not hard to guess that there was some inside story he was unaware of.

"But that's not what I'm asking."

"I know," the Night Emperor replied calmly. "Among the immortals who descended to the mortal realm, none were inferior to the Celestial Realm on land. Even at your peak, you were far inferior to them. What you want to ask is, how do I feel about the fact that even the celestial immortals were slaughtered like stray dogs by the powerful warriors under the command of the Prince of Su?"

"So?" the old man pressed on.

The Night Emperor glanced sideways, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his face: "Do you think we're worthy?"

"Let alone you and me, even if Emperor Taizong were to be resurrected, or Emperors Renzong and Xuanzong were to be here, or even the many emperors of the Han Dynasty and further back, who would be qualified to comment on His Highness Prince Su today?"

Not worthy!

Even if the old man in front of him was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, and who at his peak was even qualified to question the celestial beings on land, and even Zhang Sanfeng had to pay his respects to him and address him as 'senior'.

Even if the Night Emperor is a member of the Ming Dynasty's royal family, he is the strong foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

But the two of them are still not a good match.

"you are right."

"After Prince Su quelled the rebellion, the world belonged to the Ming Dynasty!"

The old man flipped his hand and produced a jar of old wine from somewhere. He gulped it down, his face full of sighs.

With the Heavenly Gate opened today, and immortals descended to the mortal realm, yet still could not stop Zhu Jinzhen, who was then executed in the capital—a feat that is enough to shake the ages.

In addition, there were the various terrifying forces under Zhu Jinzhen's command.

None of the nations under heaven could withstand it.

The Night Emperor nodded in deep agreement.

Given Zhu Jinzhen's current power and the astonishing achievements he has made today, all the nations of the world are left with only two paths: submission or destruction.

The reunification of the world is indeed just around the corner.

And the best thing is...

Zhu Jinzhen was the Prince Su of the Ming Dynasty and a descendant of the Zhu family.

Thinking of this, even the Night Emperor couldn't help but smile. He wasn't annoyed when he saw the old man use a dozen 'waste papers' to exchange for his treasured wine, which he had kept for many years, and drink it all without asking.

(End of this chapter)