The moment Li Yuan opened his eyes, he had become Chongzhen, the emperor who hanged himself on Coal Hill.
But something was wrong with this world. The Tianqi Explosion had not been an accident, but a failed experiment in spiritual qi revival.
The civil officials were spitting venom, while the rebels were casting spells.
Wearing the imperial robes, Li Yuan smiled. Perfect. Try explaining metaphysics to a scientist.
He established the Institute of Practical Studies, used the theory of “controlled mutations” to harness spiritual qi, and wiped out rebel forces through weather manipulation.
When ghostly blue flames died out before sand and lime, and countless cavalrymen were buried beneath landslides sent down from the heavens...
The court officials all cried, “Long live the emperor!” Only Li Yuan saw Huang Taiji beyond the pass, calling himself a “time engineer,” staring at his Ming dynasty as if he had spotted a bug.
This time, he would defy the heavens and rewrite the fate of Chinese civilization!
