The Yuan fell and the Great Ming rose. Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne, and everything fell into place. No one objected. No one harbored ambitions they shouldn't. The Daoist behind Zhu Yuanzhang was the towering figure who had blotted out the sky.
Zhang Sanfeng had changed some things and preserved others. Zhu Yuanzhang would be a good emperor, and he was well suited to the throne.
After Zhu Yuanzhang took the throne, he bestowed a heap of titles and privileges on Zhang Sanfeng, elevating him above even himself, the emperor.
Zhu Yuanzhang saw it clearly. An Immortal such as Zhang Sanfeng would never care about his little bit of worldly power. Besides, he owed his position entirely to Zhang Sanfeng's help.
Not one civil or military official objected to the Great Ming emperor's actions. What was wrong with giving a god a little higher standing?
If you could summon wind and rain, shatter Mountains and rivers with your fists, and soar into the sky like Bai Qi, you could enjoy such reverence too. What a pity.
There was only one Zhang Sanfeng in this world.
And after Zhu Yuanzhang's enthronement, Zhang Sanfeng made just one decision.
Mount Tai Fengshan!
Since ancient times, it had been nothing unusual for rulers to perform the Fengshan rites on Mount Tai. This time, however, would be different.
Preparations for the grand ceremony began as soon as the dynasty was founded. Word went out across the Central Plains and to the smaller states and tribes, with firm demands that they send envoys.
This had not actually been Zhang Sanfeng's idea. When the civil and military officials heard that the imperial preceptor had proposed the Fengshan rites, they all spoke up enthusiastically. At last, someone pointed out that when a great celestial empire offered sacrifices to