I open my eyes to find myself at Xuanwu Gate, with Li Shimin’s long spear at my throat and the entire elite Black Armored Army behind him!
I’m bound to the Ten-Thousand-Year Sign-in System. I’ve been signing in every day since the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty, never missing a single day. How could you possibly imagine the cultivation I’ve accumulated through ten thousand years of sign-ins?
When Cheng Yaojin comes at me with his axe, I casually raise one finger, and the entire city of Chang’an collapses into dust before my eyes. Li Shimin kneels and begs to make me a prince; Wu Zetian secretly sends me an edict of abdication. I glance at the countless “0”s on the System panel. It’s time to find the real mastermind behind the scenes and talk about what “ten thousand years of sign-ins” means.
