That day, the sky fell.
A golden light tore the sky apart. Countless people raised their heads and looked at the glazed light curtain spanning all realms.
Zhu Yuanzhang thought it was auspicious and smiled from ear to ear. The next second, his smile froze - his descendants knelt in front of the Walas and called for surrender.
Li Shimin thought that the Tang Dynasty would always be strong. But what he saw was the collapse of the prosperous age of Kaiyuan, the 36 million human lives, and the woman at the foot of Mawei slope who he had personally sent to death.
Zhao Kuangyin watched as the Song Dynasty he founded was destroyed by an artist emperor. Bianjing fell and the royal family was captured. His descendants knelt in front of the Jin people and trembled.
Yong Zheng looked at his son who called himself "Old Man Shiquan" and sneered: "He is just a mediocre person with a good fortune."
Here they come. Crossing time and space, penetrating all realms, standing in front of those unscrupulous descendants.
They asked: What happened to my country?
This is the judgment seat of history. This is the anger of the ancestors.
From Zhu Qizhen to Wu Zetian, from the earthen fortress to the wordless monument, each emperor had his underwear taken off and was watched by all the world.
Some were expelled, some were reviled, and some were forgiven.
And that modern man named Su Chen was just sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard:
"The next issue will be even more exciting."
