Zhao Mausoleum.
Li Shimin stood quietly atop the mountain, gazing down at Blue Star's scenery.
He wore imperial robes, his broad sleeves fluttering, his hands clasped behind his back and determination etched across his face.
"Such magnificent mountains and rivers."
"Such a flourishing dimension."
"Even if we must spend everything we have, we must ensure that our Human Race endures."
"Let us go."
"Follow me into battle against the Immeasurable Kalpa!"
His voice was deep.
Behind him stood the Twenty-four Ministers of Lingyan Pavilion in silence. Now, a terrifying aura burst from each of them as they followed the emperor they revered above all into battle!
Kaifeng.
Flowers bloomed like woven brocade, and traffic flowed like a river.
All kinds of intelligent flying cars shuttled through the streets, a testament to the extraordinary heights human technology had reached.
Millions of humans lived within this ancient city.
"If we cannot withstand the Immeasurable Kalpa, everything will be destroyed."
"The entire Human Race will cease to exist."
"We emperors, generals, and ministers enjoy the support of the people and the favor of the Pangu Dimension's fortune. We must give everything we have and die before the people do!"
"Among the Human Race's nine greatest Fortune Dynasties, the world calls my Daosong the weakest."
"I, Zhao Kuangyin, cannot match First Emperor Ying Zheng in strength, nor Saint Emperor Li Shimin, much less Martial Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang."
"But how could my Daosong's ministers be inferior to those of any other dynasty?!"
"Will you follow me into battle, even if we return wrapped in horsehide?!"
Above Kaifeng's tallest building, Zhao Kuangyin stood in imperial robes and spoke in a low voice.
Behind him stood one Daosong minister after another.
"I, your subject Yue Fei, will follow my emperor into battle and return wrapped in