In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

"Drag her away, lock her in a dark room, give her no food or water, but don't let her die."

"Your Highness, are we not going to conduct the trial?" Liao Jie and the others were surprised, having gone to such great lengths to bring the person back.

This goddess is of a high level, so she must know many secrets that others don't, and she may even have connections with Dayan Mangbuzhi.

Li Yuanchang shook his head and glanced at the Tsangyang Suitaku.

"It's just a temporary suspension of the trial."

"I will first destroy her faith!"

"yes!"

Liao Jie and the others clasped their hands in greeting, and then had their men take the person away and guard him carefully.

At this time, the carriages transporting Rhodiola rosea had also entered the palace, totaling seven or eight carriages, each piled up like a small mountain.

After repeated confirmation by Tibetan doctors, it was determined that this was "Daben," used to treat headaches, dizziness, and fatigue. Its effects and appearance were highly similar to Rhodiola rosea from the Kangxi period.

To verify whether it was truly effective, Li Yuanchang specially arranged for an experiment, first sending people to a high-altitude, oxygen-deficient plateau to engage in some strenuous exercise.

After a person becomes unwell, quickly administer a decoction of Rhodiola rosea, and then observe any changes.

The entire experiment lasted two days and was ultimately a great success!

Almost all soldiers who experienced altitude sickness felt better after taking Rhodiola rosea. Some needed one hour, some needed two hours, it varied from person to person.

It does indeed have remarkable effects, but this medicinal soup can only alleviate symptoms and cannot be regarded as a panacea to cure the disease.

The Far East Army also needs to conduct field training on the plateau to allow their bodies to adapt. Only by doing both can they conduct high-intensity military confrontations.

Of course, this is based on the premise that the target altitude is over 3,000 meters, not the terrifying forbidden zone for life like the Himalayas.

When the news reached him, Li Yuanchang was overjoyed!

He ordered all members of the scout battalion to be mobilized to begin full-scale reconnaissance, gathering the exact locations of the Tibetan cavalry in preparation for the third major offensive.

Meanwhile, the main force of the Far East Army began to take turns entering some high-altitude mountainous areas to acclimatize.

He entrusted the defense of the east entirely to the Tuyuhun's allied forces, supplemented by a small number of gunpowder handlers.

The Tuyuhun war, which had been quiet for two months, suddenly seemed to be fast-forwarded.

"..."

On the third day after obtaining Rhodiola rosea, in a dungeon somewhere in the royal palace.

It was dark and damp, with no sunlight.

The sound of footsteps echoed at the end of the darkness.

Cangyang Mizutaku lay on the ground, extremely weak, his lips dry, his divinity gone. In just three days, he was tormented and fell from his pedestal.

She struggled to lift her head, her mind somewhat clouded.

In a blur, she saw a tall figure slowly walking towards her, pouring a little water from top to bottom.

Cangyang Shutuo, a goddess of her generation, was a top figure in the Bon religion, with countless followers and superb witchcraft. Yet at this moment, she was frantically receiving and licking him.

Almost like a primal survival instinct, it frantically grabbed for water.

"Give it to me!"

"Give me water..."

She was weak, but she did her best.

The imposing figure slowly crouched down, and one hand grasped her wrist.

"Goddess, would you like some water?"

"It's you!" Cangyang Shuituo's dark eyes focused, and a hint of hostility and resistance instantly surfaced.

"It is I, the King." Li Yuanchang smiled.

"If you confess your crimes and submit to the law, and serve me as your master, then this water is yours."

boom!

Enraged, Tsangyang Suitaku, drawing strength from who-knows-where, overturned the kettle: "Dream on!"

Li Yuanchang was not angry, because he saw human desires and instincts in the other party's hateful eyes.

These so-called clergy are nothing more than mortals, but their minds have been restricted since childhood, leading them to believe that Bon is truly the creator god.

He snapped his fingers.

Guo Chao and the others quickly brought over clean water, goat milk, and a large amount of food. The aroma of milk and fragrance instantly filled Cangyang Shuituo's nose.

Don't underestimate the destructive power of hunger and thirst; it's more effective than any form of torture. When someone is truly on the verge of death from hunger, they'll even eat excrement!

Cangyang Mizutaku's throat bobbed involuntarily, and his eyes revealed an instinctive look.

"Water and food are here. Goddess, you may take them if you wish," Li Yuanchang said with a smile.

Tsangyang Mizutaku was extremely weak, forcing himself not to look at the water and food: "Do you think this will make me submit?"

"Perhaps it's possible," Li Yuanchang said.

Tsangyang Suitaku felt extremely humiliated; no one had ever been able to humiliate her like this and trample on her dignity.

"One day, you and your army will be punished by heaven!"

"I will cut off your limbs and head, make them into ritual implements, and cut your body into a hundred pieces, nailing them into different altars, so that you will never be reborn and never rise again."

Her words were ruthless and vicious, tinged with a religious madness.

A strange light flashed in Li Yuanchang's eyes.

Even at this point, she could still resist; her willpower was stronger than he had imagined.

But he didn't believe he couldn't handle these Tibetan charlatans.

"Heh, look at you, lying here like a dog, yet still dreaming of taking revenge on this king."

"You're so devoted to your Bon religion, but where are they?"

"You're suffering here, and what can they do for you?"

"Why don't you let the gods of Bon come and save you!"

"They can't come."

"After you die, new people will take your place in the Bon religion and then forget about you. Even if someone mentions you in the future, it will only be to use your death to incite the people to follow the Tibetan Empire and fight against the Tang Dynasty."

"And you are nothing more than a tool of the rulers."

Li Yuanchang's every word, with its intonation and rhythm, was like the sharpest knife, slicing through the very fabric of religion and the inner defenses of Tsangyang Kyi.

Her emotions were in turmoil, and she angrily said, "If you have the guts, kill me! The wrath of the Bon followers will surely be vented on you and your army!"

Li Yuanchang smiled dismissively and angrily stated that it was indeed true, indicating that he had hit the other party's sore spot.

Otherwise, members of such a religion would certainly remain silent.

"Kill you?"

"No."

"You are one of the nine most powerful goddesses in the Bon religion, the pillar of stability for the theocratic rule of the Tibetan Empire on the plateau. Everyone there believes in you and considers you gods."

"I'll keep you; I still have a use for you."

"I will not only shatter the golden body of your Bon religion, but also shatter the mental shackles of the Tibetan people."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Cangyang Shuituo looked up coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

In her view, Bon religion was truly invincible, a god, and the one who assisted the Tibetan king in ruling the world.

"Let's wait and see."

Although the second attempt to persuade him to surrender failed, Li Yuanchang was not discouraged.

He reached out and grabbed the Kumao Mizutaku on the ground.

Tsangyang Suitaku's weak complexion changed drastically in an instant!

"What are you doing?"

"brute!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"..."

Originally powerless, she uttered the most furious and humiliating shouts and resistance.

But having not eaten for three days, she could barely move, so how could she stop Li Yuanchang?

Li Yuanchang soon tore off the "Goddess Breast Wrap" from the Tsangyang Shuo Tuo. This cloth was even covered in golden piety, symbolizing the teachings of the Bon religion.