[Ming Dynasty] + [Historical what-if] + [Transmigration] + [System] + [Decisive and ruthless] + [Power struggles between emperors] + [Farming and conquest] + [Civilization upgrade]
Chen Lin transmigrates to the second year of Hongwu’s reign, becoming a starving refugee on the outskirts of Yingtian Prefecture.
On the brink of death, he awakens the [Myriad Realms Sacrificial Altar]! He can sacrifice anything and receive gifts from immortals and gods across the heavens!
[Sacrifice a bowl of rice and receive one “Grain-Rejecting Pill,” which keeps you from going hungry for a hundred days!]
[Sacrifice a pheasant and receive a “Body-Tempering Art,” granting strength enough to lift a bronze cauldron!]
[Sacrifice ten thousand strings of ill-gotten wealth and receive a Rain-Prayer Talisman and a Breath-Concealment Art. Rain will fall across a hundred miles of Yingtian for two hours!]
So when the city was full of starving corpses, Chen Lin emptied the corrupt merchants’ silver vaults. When the officials were at their wits’ end, he climbed the altar and prayed for a downpour.
Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and tested him. “If you can’t bring rain, I’ll have you torn apart by five horses.”
Chen Lin held the divine talisman and smiled. “Your Majesty should first consider what you’ll give me as a reward.”
In an instant, dark clouds pressed over the city and purple lightning streaked across the sky. A million people fell to their knees, hailing him as an immortal master, while the entire court was struck speechless!
Chen Lin smiled faintly, then sacrificed half the imperial jade seal’s fortune. Purple qi surged eastward across thirty thousand miles, and a golden dragon of national destiny shot into the sky!
Zhu Yuanzhang dropped to his knees on the spot. “Immortal Master! Don’t call me Your Majesty. Call me Old Zhu! I’m not building an empire, I’m building an immortal dynasty!”
