After Being Exiled, I Became the Tyrant's Ancestor

[Alternate history. This story is strictly fictional.] Lin Ning opened his eyes and found himself the good-for-nothing young master of the Lin family, left for dead on the road to exile in ancient times. Ahead lay a dead end in a miasma-choked forest, while behind him, the guards escorting them watched like hungry tigers. The lives of the entire Lin family hung by a thread. At their moment of greatest despair, the legendary treasure, the Map of Mountains and Rivers, unfolded in his mind! Mountains, rivers, mineral deposits, and fertile fields were all under his control at his fingertips. With a single thought, he could unleash natural disasters or bring forth all manner of life! A place of exile? No, this was the land where his empire would rise! Miasma? Dispersed! Barren land? Transformed into vast, fertile granaries! Pursuers? He’d bring down the mountains and split the earth to lure them into a trap! He led his clansmen to build cities, develop every craft, and train a powerful army in this “land of certain death”! Refugees flocked to his side and proclaimed him king. His old enemies trembled at the news and fell to their knees begging for mercy. While the tyrant of the decaying dynasty still sat on his dragon throne, drunk and dreaming, Lin Ning’s cavalry had already breached the fortified pass! “I hear you call yourself the ruler of all under heaven?” Lin Ning sat high on the dragon throne, looking down at the prisoner below. “How convenient. From today onward, you can call me... Ancestor!”