Ming Dynasty + Zhu Yuanzhang + historical fantasy + Zhongli + transmigrate
Zhu Yuanzhang, under the alias Ma Guorui, sneaks out every day to drink tea and chat at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Thinking him a reclusive scholar with encyclopedic knowledge, Zhu treats him as a kindred spirit from humble beginnings.
They discuss funerals as a metaphor for governance and tombs as a metaphor for the realm, with every remark striking at the flaws of the court.
But the more they talk, the more uneasy Zhu Yuanzhang becomes.
This man knows medicine, ritual, architecture, military strategy, and the earth’s ley lines. He can even command the fate of the entire realm.
Who is he, really?
Then, one year, the Central Plains shake as the earth’s ley lines and the rift in the heavens teeter on the verge of collapse.
Zhongli stands upon the air, calling down the stars to seal the rift. The light of bedrock spreads across half the Ming Empire.
Standing atop the city wall, Zhu Yuanzhang trembles:
“My kindred spirit from humble beginnings is actually an immortal god from time immemorial?!”
