I woke up to find myself as Zhu Biao, Zhu Yuanzhang’s eldest son, who had died young.
I thought I would have to live another life in a frail body, but unexpectedly, this was a fantastical Ming dynasty where immortals and mortals coexisted.
At court, Liu Bowen traced the stars with his fingers, while Xu Da’s blade was wreathed in the baleful aura of dragons and tigers.
With a single word, Zhu Yuanzhang established the realm. He was, in truth, a genuine dragon among men.
Yet within my body, fated to die young, a dim golden dragon of national fortune coiled in my dantian.
Watching my younger brothers display their powers as they fought for the throne, I quietly hid the cultivation technique that could devour national fortune.
“Cultivate to become an immortal? No. I’ll cultivate this vast Ming empire.”
When the Yongle Emperor’s banners had spread across the universe, the immortals of the Nine Heavens finally realized the truth.
The towering Forbidden City in the mortal realm had long since become an unrivaled immortal dynasty that suppressed the Myriad Worlds.
