Ever since the Mount Tai Fengshan, when Zhang Sanfeng had opened the door to a new world, the Heavenly Sword and Dragon-Slaying Saber World had been slowly changing.
But this was not something that could be finished in a year or two. It needed time.
Waiting was boring, and Zhang Sanfeng had nothing else to do, so he turned his attention beyond the Central Plains and the small countries and tribes around it.
Beyond the Mountain and across the seas, there were whole nations waiting!
He told Zhu Yuanzhang about them. Then, to make his claim more convincing, Zhang Sanfeng slapped a world map down in front of him.
He asked His Majesty what he thought. Did he want to conquer the entire world and become its emperor?
Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the map in shock. The world was that big? Then he heard Zhang Sanfeng's question and shot to his feet, slamming the table. "I support the Imperial Preceptor! The whole world should come under Great Ming's rule! The banners of our people must fly across the globe!"
They hit it off at once. Zhang Sanfeng would provide the force to conquer the other continents, while Zhu Yuanzhang would send people to govern the lands that were about to become Ming Dynasty territory.
Old Zhu was thrilled. If the Imperial Preceptor's map was real, and he brought every one of those places into Great Ming, he would be an emperor for the ages—no, the emperor of ten thousand ages!
It would be a world-shaking achievement beyond even the First Emperor of Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, and Emperor Taizong of Tang!
When he finally stretched out his legs and died, he could meet the emperors of every dynasty without giving any of them so much as a proper glance!