Steady rain fell on the blood-soaked streets, and chilling gusts swept through the imperial city, one after another.
Before the palace's main hall, all was utterly silent save for Jiang Yang's faint footsteps as he climbed the stairs.
In truth, Jiang Yang found it remarkable himself.
He had not intended to storm the palace, but the dozen or so armored guards under his command had charged forward with wild cries as though fitted with navigation systems, fighting their way all the way here.
Standing atop the steps, he smiled at the majestic palace hall before him.
"What a fine palace. Much bigger than the King of Qin's Palace."
The imperial palace in the Dadu of Yuan was indeed somewhat larger than those of the Qin and Han eras.
However, he had little interest in overthrowing this empire.
Although they had fought their way here, seemingly defeating army after army, in reality, it would have been a generous estimate to say they had killed five thousand people.
Most had simply been terrified by the slaughter, breaking ranks and fleeing or retreating.
Besides.
Every race on Earth today descended from the New Humans the Divine Clan had created back then.
At most, his connections with Ying Zheng and the others gave him a somewhat better impression of the various peoples of the Central Plains.
Of course, as a God Lord whose Divine Clan had few members and who cherished his people, he utterly detested those peoples who enjoyed slaughtering their own kind.
These Mongol armies of the Yuan Dynasty might well all have taken part in massacring cities and exterminating entire peoples, so he would show them no mercy either.
More than a thousand years had passed since his true self's will descended into the Mortal Realm, but his experiences had been