As chaos dawns and heaven and earth turn upside down,
a boundless beam of heavenly light crashes down from the highest heavens, piercing three hundred years of history.
The souls of all sixteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty return from the depths of the underworld to their homeland. The regrets of the past become thunderous revelations in the present.
At that moment, the stars of the Ziwei Enclosure shift in their courses, and the bells and drums of the Imperial Ancestral Temple ring of their own accord, as if proclaiming this unprecedented upheaval.
The sixteen emperors return, each carrying memories of the future. Like sixteen stars, they shine anew over the Ziwei Enclosure.
They cut down treacherous officials as if clearing weeds, root out corrupt policies like unraveling tangled threads, strengthen military power at court, enrich the treasury and improve people's lives, and bring peace to all under heaven.
From then on, there is no fear of eunuchs meddling in government at court;
no danger of factional strife ruining the nation within the palace;
no threat of vassal princes rebelling along the borders; no chance for the Later Jin to rise beyond the passes;
and no tragedy of banditry bringing down the Central Plains.
In this life, I will take the helm myself, command heaven and earth, and restore three hundred years of fortune to the Ming Dynasty.
May the sun and moon shine again, and our land endure forever. May the Ming Dynasty stand as long as heaven itself!
