On the vast plains, a bronze platform that felt completely out of place stood there.
Upon the platform sat an ice-blue chair and a screen of stone walls.
A person with full white hair, a bloodless face, and coughing lightly from time to time lay in the chair, draped with a white tiger-skin blanket.
This person was none other than Wang Ming.
Li Shimin's physical body had consumed too much life essence during the battle with the Green Ox Demon, and now it had already entered its twilight years.
Wang Ming raised his head, looking toward the opposite side with clear eyes.
That was a tall city wall, upon which stood guards on duty, yet those soldiers were all women.
A nation with women as soldiers and generals naturally could only be the legendary Western Liang Women's Kingdom.
Right at this moment,
above the tall city wall of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom, seven streaks of brilliance soared into the sky, forming a beautiful rainbow in this clear, sunny weather.
Seven figures were wrapped within the Seven-Colored Rainbow Light.
The rainbow light landed one hundred meters ahead of Wang Ming.
Wang Ming fixed his gaze and saw that they were seven women clad in armor and holding precious swords.
The attire colors of the seven women varied, presenting seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
It just happened to correspond to the colors of the rainbow.
Whether their faces were pretty or not Wang Ming did not know, for they uniformly wore a white veil that blocked spiritual sense and visual probing.
"What sacred beings are you? Could it be that you do not know immortals and gods cannot interfere in the conquests of mortal dynasties?" Wang Ming sat upright on the throne, questioning the seven people