Primordial Era: Demon Clan Massacre? I Summon Qin Shi Huang

The mist of time and space seemed to be slowly parted by an invisible hand.

The thick, grayish-white mist, which had been so dense it seemed impossible to disperse, peeled away layer by layer, revealing the figure slowly emerging from within.

Su Han stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the figure.

He was waiting.

Ying Zheng gave him the confidence to suppress everything, while Li Shimin gave him the sharp knife to tear everything apart.

What surprises will the third one bring?

Ying Zheng and Li Shimin beside them also stopped what they were doing and looked at the mist.

The sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided.

Millions of humans, millions of eyes, were focused on that one point.

The air seemed to freeze.

Only the stench of blood still lingered in the air, whipping up bits of flesh and severed limbs from the ground, creating a sickening, grinding sound.

The fog has lifted.

Then--

Everyone was stunned.

There was no grand imperial procession.

There was no majestic dragon aura surrounding it.

He couldn't even feel the slightest bit of the aura that a powerful person should have.

What appeared before everyone was an old man with a hunched back.

He was wearing a tattered outfit covered in patches, the color of which was no longer discernible, a dull gray, stained with mud and oil that had been there for who knows how many years.

Her hair was a mess, like a chicken coop or something a dog had chewed on, hanging down in strands in front of her forehead, covering half of her face.

The straw sandals on his feet exposed his toes, and the soles of his feet were covered with thick calluses, with black mud embedded in the cracks.

The most eye-catching thing was the bowl he was holding.

A broken bowl.

A chipped, broken porcelain bowl.

There were still a few shriveled, yellowish grains of rice left at the bottom of the bowl, which looked like they had been sitting there for several days and were almost covered in mold.

The old man stood there abruptly, seemingly out of place amidst the blood-soaked, corpse-strewn carnage around him.

It's like a drab sparrow suddenly intruding into a richly colored oil painting.

Violate.

It's so jarring.

"this……"

Li Shimin's lips twitched, and he turned to look at Su Han, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Martial Ancestor, are you sure you didn't summon the wrong person? This one... doesn't quite look like an emperor?"

Ying Zheng did not speak, but merely narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was examining it.

As one of the greatest emperors in Chinese history, he had seen countless people.

The old man in front of me, who looked like a beggar, indeed had no magical power fluctuations. His cultivation was pitifully low; in the primordial world, he couldn't even defeat a demon beast.

but……

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the old man's eyes.

Those eyes.

It looked murky, as if covered by a layer of fog.

But just a moment ago, Ying Zheng clearly saw a flash of brilliance beneath the murky surface.

What kind of look is that?

It was the look of someone who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It's the look in their eyes when they see food after being starving for three days and three nights.

It's the look in someone's eyes who, even when cornered, refuses to bow down.

Ying Zheng was all too familiar with that look in his eyes.

Because he himself had experienced it before.

"That's interesting."

Ying Zheng said something in a low voice and then said nothing more.

Su Han's lips curled up slightly.

Of course he knew who it was.

The commoner emperor, Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang.

A ruthless man who climbed out of the deepest mire and single-handedly built a vast empire.

A systematic perspective is never wrong.

"Where...are we?"

Zhu Yuanzhang finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse, with a rustic quality, and a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

He subconsciously took a half step back, holding the broken bowl in his hand to his chest, his cloudy old eyes looking around.

As far as the eye could see, everything was blood red.

The sky was red, and the clouds, stained with demon blood, had not yet dispersed, looking like a huge scab of blood on the top of one's head.

The ground was also red, the blood flowing into rivers, meandering along the terrain, and finally flowing into the East China Sea, dyeing the seawater a shocking color.

Corpses were everywhere.

A headless corpse.

A mountain of corpses.

Some of the corpses were still in the position they were in before they died, while others were trampled to pieces, making it impossible to distinguish which piece of flesh was which.

The air was thick with the stench of blood mixed with the putrid smell of rotting entrails, making one want to vomit.

An ordinary person would have been terrified and their legs would have gone weak at the knees upon seeing this.

But Zhu Yuanzhang did not.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw the corpses.

It's not fear.

Yes……

excited?

"Goodness..."

Zhu Yuanzhang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

His gaze was fixed on the demon corpses, on the cuts that were still bleeding, and on the exposed muscle fibers.

His eyes were like those of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, suddenly spotting a flock of fat sheep.

"So much meat?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was trembling.

"I've never seen so much meat in my entire life... even in my wildest dreams!"

He subconsciously licked his chapped lips, took two steps forward involuntarily, and held the broken bowl in his hands even tighter.

It's an instinct ingrained in your bones.

Fear of hunger.

Craving for food.

Su Han watched this scene, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

He thought of Zhu Yuanzhang's background.

Having lost both parents at a young age, in an era of widespread famine, they couldn't even get a full meal.

I've been a beggar, a monk, rolled in piles of corpses, and gnawed on tree bark during famine.

That fear of hunger never truly disappeared, even after he became emperor and ruled the world.

This is Zhu Yuanzhang.

An emperor who crawled out of hell.

"Zhu Chongba".

Su Han spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Zhu Yuanzhang's ears.

The old man shuddered and turned his head sharply.

A sharp glint flashed in those cloudy eyes, as sharp as a knife.

"Who?"

"Who's calling me by my nickname?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice suddenly became alert, and his hunched body arched slightly, like an old wolf ready to pounce at any moment.

Su Han did not pay attention to his vigilance.

He raised his finger and pointed to the humans around him who were still cheering, then pointed to the piles of demon corpses at his feet.

"This is the primordial wilderness."

"The ancestral land of the human race".

"These are all monsters that want to eat us humans."

Su Han paused, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"Now, they are dead."

"They were killed by us."

Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and sized up Su Han.

This young man is no ordinary person.

That kind of aura, that kind of gaze, is not something an ordinary person can possess.

"Who are you……"

"I am Su Han, the Martial Ancestor of the Human Race."

Su Han looked directly into Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes and spoke each word clearly.

"You are the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang."

"I summoned you because humanity needs you."

"We need someone like you, a ruthless person who crawled out of the mud and built a vast empire from scratch."

Zhu Yuanzhang's body trembled again.

The Ming Dynasty...

emperor……

Those long-forgotten memories surged back like a tide.

He recalled the first charge under the walls of Haozhou.

I was reminded of the raging waves on Poyang Lake.

It reminded me of the coronation ceremony in Yingtian Prefecture.

I recalled that resounding line—

"Expel the barbarians and restore China!"

boom!

An invisible aura emanated from Zhu Yuanzhang's hunched body.

Those previously cloudy eyes became crystal clear and sharp as a knife at this moment.

My back is straight.

My back is straight now.

The old man who looked like a beggar disappeared.

Instead, there was someone who, though dressed in rags, exuded an aura of dominance over the world…

emperor!

"That's right!"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly raised his head, his voice booming like a bell.

"I am Zhu Yuanzhang!"

"I am the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty!"

"Expelling the barbarians and restoring China...we did it!"

He took a deep breath and looked again at the corpses of the demons scattered on the ground.

This time, his eyes changed.

It's no longer just a craving for food.

Rather, it is a kind of...

Ruthless use of resources.

"Are you saying all this because you're a monster who wants to eat us humans?"

Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

"That's right."

"Then don't blame us for being impolite!"

Zhu Yuanzhang grinned, revealing a set of uneven teeth.

That smile held a hint of cunning, and also a hint of...

Cruel.

"Wasting food is a sin against heaven!"

"So much meat is rotting here, what a waste!"

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly threw the broken bowl in his hand into the air.

Om-!

The seemingly dilapidated, chipped porcelain bowl, which appeared to be on the verge of shattering at any moment, suddenly emitted a chilling, eerie light the instant it left my hand!

The light was blinding, carrying an eerie aura that was hard to describe.

The bowl, which was originally only the size of a palm, began to swell and expand wildly under the glow of the dim light.

One zhang...

Ten zhang...

Hundred Zhang...

A thousand feet!

In the blink of an eye, the broken bowl transformed into a massive black hole that blotted out the sky, hovering above the ancestral land of humanity.

The black hole is bottomless, seemingly connected to another world.

An extremely terrifying suction force erupted from the center of that black hole!

"Give it to us... to collect!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes wide and shouted.