The Human Emperor

Wang Chong knew that this was his mission in this world!

“If a barbarian were to become a king, then it would be better that the Central Plains fell”. This was an analect of Confucius. Wang Chong had never thought that in this distant time-space continuum, ‘Central Plains’ would actually be ‘destroyed’!

Furthermore, he himself would be the final witness of the scene!

The skies burned and the earth tremored. Countless corpses laid everywhere, forming mountains and filling oceans. The fresh blood that flowed from them converged to form a crimson river. Wang Chong could even see dense death aura rising from the corpses of tens of million of citizens of the Central Plains lying all around him.

On the other hand, countless cavalries of a foreign race were slowly closing in.

No one knew where these foreign cavalries came from. Neither did anyone knew why they were determined to destroy this world. They only knew that ten years ago, these death aura-filled foreign cavalries appeared from nowhere and within the short span of a few years, they tore through all of the empires!

Along with the appearance of these foreign cavalries, the earth collapsed inwards and space shook! Destruction! Tens of million of living beings were reduced to withered bones!

At this moment, the group that Wang Chong was leading was the final fighting force of this world!

In this center of this vast lands, Wang Chong led the final remaining army of the Central Divine Continent. As though a duckweed floating in a pond, he waited patiently for the end to come.

After going through so many years of hardship, Wang Chong thought that his heart had already steeled. Yet, when the destined moment was about to set upon him, Wang Chong can’t help but shiver.

Sorrow, pain, and despair surged through him, but those weren’t self-pity. Those were for his brothers and the ultimate end that was awaiting this homeland of his, the Central Divine Continent!

“General, please pardon my early departure!”

“You’re not at fault that we came to this point! General, you have already done your best!”

“There is no need to feel sorrow for us! We are already prepared for this. At least, at the very end, we didn’t bring shame to the Great Tang Dynasty! To be able to accompany general in this life, I have not lived in vain!”

“General, let’s meet again in our next life!”

“Come, you foreign rascals! Let’s fight one last round! Hahaha…”

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Familiar figures passed by him one by one, roaring heartily in laughter. They charged forward resolutely toward the boundless army of foreign race, as though moths attracted to a flame.

“There’s no need, my dear brothers. We will reunite soon enough!”

Looking at those familiar figures disappearing as though an epiphyllum in the midnight, tears finally gushed out of Wang Chong’s eyes, flowing steadily down his cheeks.

Epiphyllum is a flower that blooms only for an instant before disappearing.

Wang Chong wasn’t a soul from this world. In fact, if not for that accident, he should have been in another time-space continuum enjoying the sunlight and rain, completing his university education and living the rest of his life in peace.

Yet, thirty years ago, a mysterious shooting star suddenly appeared, bringing him into this world which was similar to the Great Tang of the Central Plains in China’s history. Yet, it was an entirely different world and in it, he became the fifteen-year-old son of a clan of generals.

Upon arriving, he experienced betrayal and fear. He felt completely out of place and that nothing here had anything to do with him.

But a catastrophe struck and those who loved him and those that he loved died one after another. At that moment, Wang Chong awoke to reality and his fighting spirit lit up!

It was a pity that it was already too late.

In this world, Wang Chong had experienced many different things. Ten years of aimless wandering caused him to miss the ideal window to cultivate in his lifetime. Eventually, due to the doing of certain coincidences and the army commanding that he had gained through playing strategic games in his previous life, he was able to earn the acknowledgement of various seniors of the empire.

They infused all of their Origin Energy into him, allowing him to become the final Grand Marshal of the empire, the person who carried the final hopes of the Central Plains on his shoulders.

Yet, it was already too late. He had missed out on too much, way too much. Even though he gave his all, he still ended in failure.