Li Lin traveled to the Tang Dynasty!

Became the Yongwang of the Tang Dynasty.

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[One: A million soldiers! ]

In this era, the entire Tang Dynasty's military system was corrupt, and the total number of border troops under the recruitment system was only 500,000 or 600,000.

An Lushan had three towns with a force of 200,000, which was enough to make the whole world look at him.

And he actually...

actually had a million troops in secret?

[Underground in Jingzhou, there are a total of ninety-nine systematically planned giant underground palace-style warehouses. ]

[One hundred thousand sets of standard Mingguang armor of the Xuanjia Modao Guard and one hundred thousand specially made armor-breaking Modao. This unit is a heavy infantry, specializing in defeating cavalry. ]

[Beiwei Army standard heavy cavalry armor 50,000 sets, with 50,000 sets of horse lances and horizontal swords. There are also 100,000 Hequ horses that have been optimized and improved by the system, all of which are equipped with heavy horse armor. 】

[100,000 sets of standard light cavalry equipment of the White Horse Volunteers, equipped with 200,000 top-level Dayuan horses cultivated by the system, which are good at charging and shooting. 】

Li Lin listened to the system's report in a daze, and his whole body was numb.

He felt that he was not traveling through time, but dreaming, a dream that was absurd to the extreme.

Xuanjia Modao Guard?

Shenjiying?

Beiwei Army?

White Horse Volunteers?

What the hell...

Isn't this a grand slam of elite troops from various periods in history?

That day.

Li Longji wanted to enthrone Yang Yuhuan as the queen, which would make the Tang Dynasty lose face.

And the foolish man wanted to depose the crown prince Li Heng and demote Prince Yong Li Lin to Lingnan.

I have a million soldiers, and you demoted me to Lingnan?

Then don’t blame me for following the tradition of the Tang Dynasty!

Killing my brother, imprisoning my father, bullying my brother’s wife, bullying my son’s wife…

This fine tradition must be inherited!

Li Lin drew his sword and forced the emperor to abdicate!

In the late Northern Song Dynasty, on the eve of the Jingkang Incident, Chen Shao, a time traveler, had a clear goal.

To prevent the Great Song from being destroyed by the Jin,

he decided to take over first!

Without the Great Song, how could you destroy it?

As the Jurchens marched south, a hundred thousand Western troops lined up in the courtyard, their swords drawn, declaring:

"These armies are leaderless. We wish to establish Chen Shao as the Emperor."

Forced to marry into a family right after crossing over? Since I can't resist, I'll defeat magic with magic! Look at me marrying into six families!

What, you call this shameless?

No, no, this isn't my dark history, it's just the path I took!

Looking back, I'm already the number one son-in-law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, personally appointed by the Emperor!

The Qin State had just finished the last battle to annex the six states, and Emperor Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng began his great cause.

The Qin people got some respite from years of war, but looking around, everyone in the world wanted to rebel against Qin.

A soul that traveled through two thousand years became Prince Fusu, who wanted to lead the Qin Dynasty into a new world.

Perhaps many years later, when the elderly Fusu climbs Mount Tai again, he will remember the saying that even if there are only three households left in Chu, Chu will be the one to destroy Qin.

This is an era that has emerged out of nowhere. Here are the brave Qin people, the magnificent Great Wall, various heroes who are good at roaring, and Shang Yang who laughs wildly in hell.

"I, Su Shi, and my younger brother, have come to Beijing from Meizhou to take the imperial examination. I miss the flavors of my hometown. Does your restaurant have Sichuan delicacies?"

"Yes! This restaurant is the Sichuan Restaurant!"

Ever since Wu Ming opened the door to 1056, he no longer had to worry about the restaurant's business.

...

"Wu Lou in the south of the state is the best wine shop in the capital, with more than a thousand drinkers. Everyone in the restaurant, no matter who they are, must queue up to enter. Even if one drinks alone, the cups are made of first-class glass. The fruits and vegetables are all exquisite, and cold water and tea are all refillable. They also have twice-cooked pork, fish-flavored pork shreds, and steamed pork with rice flour, all for only a hundred coins per minute."

- Excerpted from "Dongjing Menghualu"

The river of history has undergone an unknown transformation, sinking into a reflection of the present. Ancient Celestial Beings have resurrected from the past, pursuing forbidden secrets. Their mighty powers use time as a chessboard, all living beings as pieces, forging a plan for eternity.

Familiar legends, folkloric ghosts, and even once-admired heroes have been distorted and transformed into strange creatures that have sunk into the abyss of the past.

Once-wise and mighty emperors have become evil dragons, hovering over their empires, using their aging and massive bodies to crave the fruit of immortality, their ambergris transformed into demons that devour the common people.

Heroes fallen in battle, illuminated by candlelight, resurrected from a mountain of corpses, establishing the Corpse Reincarnation Royal Court

. By the banks of the Red River, an ancient transmigrator sighs at the moon.

The Horse-Faced Silkworm Lady, the Star Tai Sui, the ancient Heavenly Court, the Silver Dynasty... countless realms of disease vie for passage beyond the present.

Only those who travel through history can reverse the flow of time, excise the transformation, and extract historical skills and relics from the river of history. Even worse, they can usurp the achievements of the most ancient heroes and etch their own legacy into the past.

After resigning and returning home, Jiang Yan accidentally stumbles upon a Rice God of Wealth ritual and overhears the lamentations of the River of History. This awakens his historical talent: the embryo of the Dark Mother Goddess, nurturing countless offspring. Transmuting all disease into nourishment, she nurtures spiritual pets, abilities, memories, rules, and other "offspring" under her control.

From the Corpse Reincarnation Court, he nurtures the Corpse Reincarnation Phoenix; from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he nurtures the God of Peace...

Gazing at the decaying River of History, Jiang Yan sighs,

"If I could transform history into nourishment, perhaps I could truly nurture a..."

"Forbidden Immortal God!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying, who was dying in Ma Xiuying's arms, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The time-space gate opened, and Ling Xiao, who was doing a time-space rescue mission for the first time, rushed in. Seeing that the person was not dead, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and turned to the dumbfounded and doubtful old Zhu and made a condition: "To change fate against the will of heaven, the territory of the Ming Dynasty must exceed 13.72 million square kilometers within a hundred years, otherwise the Ming Dynasty, which will last for 276 years in the future, will perish prematurely."

Liu Bei, who led the people across the river, looked exhausted at the fleeing army that was moving forward at a snail's pace every day and people kept joining, and didn't know what to do.

Ling Xiao stepped forward: "Someone gave you 10,000 bicycles and 10,000 carts, please sign for them."

Zhuge Liang, who was running out of energy, said: "Oh, great heaven, how can you be so unkind to me."

Ling Xiao walked out of the space-time gate with Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and others: "Prime Minister, please don't die yet. Someone sent you a million boxes of instant noodles, and 100,000 crispy college students also want to cause trouble for you, no, they are helping you for free!"

Regardless of the pain and despair of the common people or the eternal regrets of historical figures,

Ling Xiao tried his best to rescue them.

Although he knew that

the worlds were too big and his ability was too small,

everyone who was in a desperate situation hoped that someone would lend a hand.

So Ling Xiao wanted to say something very presumptuous: Hope is forever, I am on my way!

"This article is from the female version of Shuangnan! Shuangnan! Shuangnan! Do not enter if you do not like it!" When the vast ocean splashed with waves like broken jade, the history of ancient Greece began to write its glory. In the world of Chaos, which had just emerged from chaos with color, the sky and the earth were still closely connected. Once traveling through time, he became the child of the Titan Oceanus and Thesis. Looking at the ignorant primitive bay in front of him, Doris sighed deeply. He peeled the bark and kneaded the hemp rope to weave a robe that could cover the body. He was Doris, the god of weaving. The creatures sleeping in the night could not wake up, and he poured cold water to drive away the sleepiness. He was Doris, the awakener of the world. Making musical instruments, weaving cloth, cultivating pearls,... As he created a steady stream of new things, he became the god of craftsmanship, the god of knowledge, and the god of wealth... The protagonists: Doris, Nereus

"Medicine, medicine..."

Chu Ci stared indifferently at the dying First Emperor, crushing the pill in his hand into powder.

"Let's stop taking drugs, starting with you and me."

Outside the palace, Zhao Yan, covered in dog muzzles, and Li Xiang, with horns growing on his head, were practically beating their brains out.

...................................

Four hundred years passed in a flash.

As the saying goes, long separations must reunite, long reunions must separate.

"I'll tell you my name, and shock you. I'm Lingling Shang...!"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Ci tore his head off.

...................

Another eight hundred years, axelight and candlelight.

Chu Ci patted Old Zhao's shoulder, looking at Zhao Er, who, even with his head blown off, could still swing his axe and chop.

"Little brother, you, Old Er, are quite extraordinary."

...................................

A thousand years passed in a flash, atop Meishan Mountain.

Chu Ci, dressed in white, stood in the wind, glancing at the current emperor as he hung a rope.

"Little dog, this crooked tree isn't strong enough. Let's try another."

Looking out over the capital, breached by countless treacherous attacks, Emperor Qiming, ready to sacrifice his life for his country, froze.

……………………

[The treacherous erosion, the fall of Heaven.]

[Note: This book doesn't follow the 'traditional cultivation of immortality' path. There will be no mortals rising to the realm of cultivation. Instead, it follows the long course of history, the rise and fall of dynasties, and is guaranteed to satisfy our readers.]

The third year of Wanli’s reign, in spring.

The Grand Secretary Zhang Juzheng reinstated the practice of keeping the Veritable Records (Qiju Zhu), assigning the duty to the Hanlin historians on a rotating basis.

From that moment on—

Shen Nian, third-ranked Jinshi from the year Xinwei of the fifth Longqing reign, Bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, Compiler at the Hanlin Court, Zhang Juzheng’s most outstanding disciple, and lifelong nemesis of the Wanli Emperor,

—thus began his career as court chronicler.

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That day, the young Wanli Emperor got drunk and missed an imperial lecture.

Shen Nian straightened his back and wrote:

“His Majesty, drunk, missed the imperial lecture. The Empress Dowager and the Grand Secretary rebuked him sternly, even speaking of dethronement.”

That month, a large number of eunuchs were appointed as mining and tax commissioners, extorting wealth from the people.

Shen Nian raised his chin and wrote:

“Before the throne, I declared: ‘The disasters of monopolies and mining taxes are entirely the Emperor’s fault.’”

That year, the Wanli Emperor neither performed the suburban sacrifices, nor paid respects at ancestral temples. He refused audiences, ignored memorials, and ceased court lectures.

Shen Nian and his fellow historians cried aloud:

“Better to die speaking than live in silence. The greatest honor of a court historian is to be killed by the Emperor.”

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Shen Nian said:

“I must be ill. I can’t sleep at all.

I have contracted Zhang Juzheng’s illness—the burden of holding up a collapsing sky—

but I was not destined for Zhang Juzheng’s fate.

In a daze, I saw the Grand Secretariat reduced to two people:

one drafting memorials—that was me;

one issuing imperial replies—that was also me.”