Chapter 27: The Most Powerful Carbon-Based Lifeform of the Seventh Century!

A moment later, Ying Zheng tossed aside the "Seven Wolves" belt, which had already snapped into seven or eight pieces. With a flash of golden light, he vanished from Hu Hai’s bedchamber, leaving Hu Hai to suffer a truly miserable fate. His entire body was a wreck of bruises, and his eyes had gone vacant.

…

Meanwhile, a new title appeared upon the celestial screen.

【The Emperor Through the Ages, Number Two: The strongest carbon-based lifeform of the seventh century, the pinnacle of contemporary combat power, the Governor of Asia, the Speaker of the Eastern Hemisphere, the controller of all troops under heaven, a man of dragon-and-phoenix grace and sun-like radiance; the Grand Marshal, Minister of Works, Secretariat Chancellor, Chancellor of the Imperial Secretariat, Grand Prefect of the Eastern Shaanxi Circuit, Grand Prefect of the Yizhou Circuit, Governor of Yongzhou, Superintendent of Liangzhou, General of the Left and Right Martial Guard, General of the Twelve Wei Guards, Pillar of State, Prince of Qin, Heavenly General of Strategy, Heavenly Khan, and Emperor Taizong Wen of the Great Tang, Li Shimin!】

Dynasties across the ages felt their scalps tingle at the sight of such an endless string of titles.

First Emperor of Qin: "This title is longer than my life! And what is a 'carbon-based lifeform'? Is there anyone here who understands it and can explain?"

Wild Boar of Han: "Who is this man? How could he be so incredibly overbearing?"

A Broken Bowl: "I have to admit, this guy is fierce, but his character leaves something to be desired!"

Emperor Yongle: "My idol… he has finally appeared! I knew he would be on the list! Hahaha…"

A Broken Bowl: "@Emperor Yongle, you brat, you still haven't told me if you are truly the Emperor of my Great Ming!"

【Your group member Emperor Yongle has gone offline! Burn incense if you have business with him!】

In the Yongle era of the Great Ming.

Zhu Di breathed a long sigh of relief. "Phew… that was close… too close. I almost got found out by Father!"

Yet, seeing his idol, Li Er, Zhu Di could not help but want to speak a few words. This was his hero! The same background, the same status as a non-crown prince—well, no, this guy had been crown prince. The same rise to power through rebellion, the same emperor on horseback—how could he not be thrilled? Furthermore, if the celestial screen acknowledged that Li Er had killed his brother and coerced his father to take the throne, did that mean his own actions were also acknowledged? Otherwise, he wouldn't be allowed to have the group name "Emperor Yongle," would he?

…

Meanwhile, images began to emerge on the celestial screen.

Accompanied by the thunder of drums, a voice both domineering and majestic resonated in everyone's ears: "Beat the drums! Play the Music of Breaking the Array!"

As the drumbeats fell in succession, the scene unfolded: warhorses surged forward in a desperate gallop, kicking up clouds of dust. On the battlefield, the roar of steeds, the churning earth, and blood mingling with sweat eroded the very ground beneath their feet. Soldiers at the front fell, while those behind trampled over their corpses to press ahead. This was the battlefield—where victory and defeat, life and death, were decided!

The dim sky and blood-red earth were filled with slaughter, carnage, and death, forming a vision of hell on earth. At the center of the scene sat a man on horseback, his gaze sharp, his face cold as frost; anyone who looked upon him would feel a chill in their heart. He spurred his horse, and the beast let out a shrill whinny as its front hooves leapt high. The man on its back instantly drew his bow and notched an arrow—his movements fluid and swift, taking only a second.

*Whoosh!*

As he released the string, the arrow streaked out with a chilling gleam, striking the enemy general’s heart with deadly precision, knocking him clean off his horse. To take the head of an enemy commander amidst ten thousand troops was as easy as reaching into one's pocket. At that moment, the sun pierced through the gloomy sky, casting its light upon the man on horseback. He looked like a god of war, dominating the entire battlefield! Under his leadership, the soldiers fought with increasing ferocity, reaping the enemy with unstoppable momentum.

The scene shifted again. The man sat on his horse, laughing heartily, and shouted to a dark-skinned warrior beside him, "Yuchi! I hold the bow, and you hold the spear—even if a million soldiers come, what is there to fear? Hahaha… Hahaha!"

Such was his presence that anyone who saw it could not help but exclaim, "A man of dragon-and-phoenix grace and sun-like radiance!"

Beneath the celestial screen, in the Great Tang, Li Er watched the scene in shock, frozen in place. The memorial in his hand fell to the ground, unnoticed. Behind him, Fang Xuanling, Zhangsun Wuji, and the others were ecstatic! His Majesty was on the list… could potatoes and sweet potatoes be far behind?

Recovering his senses, Li Er was overcome with wild joy. The Emperor Through the Ages… it was him!

"Hahahaha… I am the Emperor Through the Ages!"

Li Er laughed heartily and freely, laughing until tears streamed down his face. The title "Emperor Through the Ages"—these four words weighed as heavy as a mountain! Nothing could compare to their value. This was the ultimate validation; all his efforts had not been in vain. It was worth it… it was all worth it!

In the inner palace, Empress Zhangsun watched with tears shimmering in her beautiful eyes. As the Empress of Tang and the "White Moonlight" of Li Er’s heart, she knew better than anyone what he had endured for these four words. "Er-ge, you have succeeded!"

She set down her *Admonitions for Women* and walked toward Li Er’s imperial study. The officials, seeing the scene on the screen and the series of titles longer than life itself, were equally excited, rushing toward the palace.

At that moment, the narrator’s voice rang out from the celestial screen:

"Li Shimin was born in Didao, Longxi. He was the second son of Li Yuan, the founding emperor of the Great Tang, and showed extraordinary talent in his youth."

"At fifteen, he married his lifelong love, Empress Zhangsun!"

Watching this beneath the screen, Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Jian, was no longer calm. He had suspected Li Yuan was trouble from the start, but he never expected this fellow to have "stolen his home." This was truly a cunning game!

Li Yuan was sweating profusely. He never imagined his son would be so outstanding. He had thought he had escaped disaster, but his son had given him a lesson he never saw coming.

"Li Yuan, you actually dared to rebel? You have quite the nerve, don't you?" Yang Jian said coldly, his eyes fixed intently on Li Yuan.

"That… Your Majesty… I say, this is just a case of having the same name… do you believe me?" Li Yuan’s face had drained of all color.

"Hmph… do you think I believe you?"

"And Li Yuan, I treated you well, didn't I? Ever since your father passed away, search your conscience and tell me—how did I, your uncle, treat you? Why would you rebel?" Yang Jian felt a profound sense of betrayal.

Li Yuan’s own confusion was no less than Yang Jian’s. You’re asking me? How should I know? I’m just as baffled! Who could have known the future would turn out like this?

Yang Jian looked at the silent Li Yuan and waved his hand, signaling for him to be taken away.

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In another dimension, at the end of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang was overcome with rage as he watched the screen. Connecting it to the rebels currently plaguing his empire, he roared, "Why? Why? I gave them food, I gave them wealth and glory, I let them live… why do they rebel against me?"

"They are all treacherous ministers and rebels, nothing but treacherous ministers!"