Six hundred years later, he commands the stars and is revered as the Heavenly Emperor.
Six hundred years earlier, he was merely a prince with crippled meridians, banished to a border city. He couldn't even withstand a single strike from a martial artist.
When Zheng Tianhang arrived in Linyuan, there was no glory or wealth waiting for him: only garrison troops who hadn't been paid in three months, grain carts blocked outside the city, and a prefect who refused to relinquish power. The royal seal was in his hand, but that didn't mean anyone would listen to him.
He had lived through civilizations spanning "a blink of an eye and ten thousand years," but knowledge wouldn't turn itself into food, much less an army.
So first, he got a cartload of grain into the city. Then he fired the first furnace of iron.
He recruited craftsmen, opened mines, and built workshops, turning the knowledge in his memories, piece by piece, into power that ordinary people could use.
As martial artists charged into battle with nothing but their flesh and blood, the guns and cannons of ordinary people began to roar;
As the mighty cleaved mountains, shattered peaks, and flew through the skies, steel, energy, and industry climbed to ever greater heights.
Until one day, the civilization born from the furnaces of a border city sailed its fleets into the stars.
Along the way, there were companions who shielded him from blades, and ordinary soldiers who dared for the first time to raise their guns against martial artists. Powerful enemies would come, and there would be sacrifices, but the power they forged with their own hands would never again belong only to a select few.
He wanted more than to become the Heavenly Emperor himself.
He wanted those who had once been able only to look up to the strong to decide their own destinies as well.
"The Technological Heavenly Emperor": Using technology to shake the world of high martial arts, and taking civilization to the stars.
