I only reached the Foundation Establishment stage at eighty years old, and then the system appeared.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and eighteen-year-old Yang Hongbo officially took over the title of Prince of Zhenbei. With great power and a large army at his disposal, Yang Hongbo felt that the time was ripe.

Yang Hongbo now commands an army of three million men, which he acquired through the system, as well as two million soldiers who have come from various places to join him, and civilians who were captured and surrendered to him during peasant uprisings.

Of these five million troops, two million belonged to Yang Hongbo, the Prince of Zhenbei, while the other three million were scattered throughout the country.

Like a raging torrent, it swept across every inch of the country, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.

At this moment, Yang Hongbo stood atop a high hill, overlooking the fierce battle raging below. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could pierce through all the fog and see the future unfold.

"Your Highness, news has arrived from the front that the peasant uprising army has been surrounded and is putting up a stubborn resistance." A general in armor strode over, knelt on one knee, and respectfully reported the battle situation.

Yang Hongbo nodded slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Hmph, a bunch of rabble, daring to attempt to overthrow the imperial court. Issue the order: a full-scale attack! Annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!" The general responded and quickly withdrew to relay the order.

At Yang Hongbo's command, the five million-strong army surged forward like a tidal wave, launching a fierce attack on the peasant uprising army below. Amidst the glint of swords and the deafening shouts of battle, a brutal and bloody battle ensued.

Actually, this is just a game, a performance for the world. Both sides are Yang Hongbo's men. The battle scene looks very intense, but it's just acting.

Meanwhile, as Yang Hongbo was suppressing the peasant uprising thousands of miles away from the capital, the capital was plunged into an unprecedented crisis.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Our scouts report that a rebel army of up to a million men is approaching the capital!" A eunuch rushed into the palace and shouted at the emperor, who was reviewing memorials.

Upon hearing this, the emperor dropped his pen with a thud, his face turning deathly pale: "What? A million-strong rebel army? This... what are we going to do?"

"Your Majesty, do not panic! Your Majesty, I am willing to lead the imperial army to annihilate this rebel army!" A military general in fine clothes stepped forward and said loudly.

The emperor looked at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Very well! My dear minister, I hereby order you to lead the last available million-strong army of the court to quell this rebellion and ensure the peace of my capital!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, rest assured, I will not fail in my mission!" The general knelt on one knee and solemnly accepted the order.

In addition, the imperial court sent a message by carrier pigeon to Yang Hongbo, the Prince of Zhenbei, ordering him to return quickly to protect the capital.

However, when this million-strong imperial army encountered the rebel army, they found that the situation was far worse than they had imagined.

"This...how is this possible?" The military commander stared at the perfectly aligned rebel army before him, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "How did they get into standard armor? And their numbers aren't the one million we scouted out, but two million!"

The rebel army, clad in fine armor and wielding sharp weapons, pressed menacingly towards the imperial army.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, like a group of demons from hell, ready to devour the imperial army completely.

"Kill!" With a deafening shout from the rebel army, two million rebel soldiers surged towards the imperial army like a tidal wave. In an instant, swords clashed, blood rained down, and a brutal war broke out.

Although the imperial army was also a regular army, it quickly found itself at a disadvantage against the rebel army, which was even more regular and twice as large. They were surrounded by the rebel army and unable to break through, forced to passively endure the attacks.

"This...how is this possible? How could they be so strong?" The general looked at the soldiers falling around him, his heart filled with despair and resentment.

Just then, a tall general suddenly leaped out from the rebel army, wielding a huge battle axe. Like a war god descended to earth, he charged into the imperial army and wreaked havoc. Wherever he went, no one could stop him; soldiers of the imperial army fell one after another under his battle axe.

"Who...who are you? Why are you so powerful?" The general looked at the commander with fear and confusion in his eyes.

The general sneered, "Hmph, I am a general of the rebel army, and today is your death day!"

With that, he swung his battle axe at the general again. The general hurriedly raised his sword to block, but with a "crack," his sword was easily broken in two by the battle axe, which continued to swing downwards, about to strike his head.

Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly flashed by and saved the general. Upon closer inspection, the general realized it was a grandmaster from the capital.

"Thank you so much, Grandmaster, for saving my life!" the general said gratefully.

The Grandmaster nodded slightly: "No need to be so polite. Now is not the time to talk. Let's break through first!"

However, breaking through would be far from easy for them. The rebel army not only had many experts, but also a demigod-level powerhouse in command.

With a mere wave of his hand, the demigod-level expert unleashed a powerful force that surged toward them, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

"This...is this the strength of a demigod-level expert? It's truly terrifying!" The Grandmaster looked at the demigod-level expert, his eyes filled with awe and helplessness.

Led by a demigod-level powerhouse, the rebel army fought with increasing ferocity, while the imperial army suffered repeated defeats. Soon, the imperial army was surrounded and unable to break through.

After a fierce battle, the imperial army was finally defeated. The capital was completely surrounded by two million rebel troops, like an isolated island that could be submerged at any moment.

Meanwhile, the demigod-level expert led the rebel army's elite troops in a fierce attack on the capital. Although the grandmasters in the capital were also highly skilled, they proved utterly ineffective against the demigod-level expert.

They only lasted a few moves before being defeated one after another, some even being killed directly by demigod-level powerhouses.

Soon, the capital fell to the rebels. Members of the royal family were brutally slaughtered, and the city was awash in blood, with screams echoing throughout the city.

When all the male members of the royal family had been killed, Yang Hongbo finally arrived with his army. Looking at the horrific scene before him, he was filled with anger and grief (all feigned; in reality, he felt a great sense of satisfaction).

"You...you beasts! How dare you treat the royal family like this!" Yang Hongbo roared, his aura exploding instantly and pressing down on the rebel army like a storm.

The rebel soldiers, intimidated by Yang Hongbo's imposing presence, retreated hastily. The demigod-level expert stepped forward, coldly staring at Yang Hongbo: "So you are Yang Hongbo, the Prince of Zhenbei? Today I will test your skills and see just how powerful you really are!"

With that, he flashed forward and charged at Yang Hongbo. Yang Hongbo was not to be outdone; he moved in time to meet him. The two instantly clashed, like two shooting stars colliding in the night sky, emitting dazzling light and deafening roars.

Yang Hongbo and the rebel demigod-level powerhouse fought their way into the wilderness, but no one witnessed their actual battle. However, colorful flashes and thunderous roars could be seen intermittently emanating from the wilderness, as if the heavens and earth were trembling.

The fierce battle lasted for three days and three nights. In everyone's eyes, it was Yang Hongbo, the Prince of Zhenbei, fighting a bloody battle for the peace of the capital.

Finally, when Yang Hongbo returned alone, everyone realized that he had won. The two million rebels, looking at Yang Hongbo's powerful figure, were filled with awe and fear.

They knew they were no match for Yang Hongbo, and that if they continued to resist, they would only face certain death.

As a result, the two million rebels laid down their weapons and surrendered to Yang Hongbo, the Prince of Zhenbei. They were willing to serve Yang Hongbo and jointly create a new era.

With all the male members of the royal family slaughtered, everyone in the capital supported Yang Hongbo's ascension to the throne. They knew that only Yang Hongbo could lead them out of their predicament and towards prosperity and strength.

The moment Yang Hongbo donned the crown and sat on the dragon throne, a voice echoed in his mind: "The eighth level of the time tunnel has been cleared!"