THE HUMAN EMPEROR

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            THE HUMAN EMPEROR.

AUTHOR:HUANGFU QI, 皇甫奇
ALTERNATIVE NAMES:NHÂN HOÀNG KỶ, REN HUANG JI, THE, THE RECORDS OF THE HUMAN EMPEROR, 人皇纪
GENRE:DRAMA, FANTASY, ACTION, HISTORICAL, MARTIAL ARTS, XUANHUAN
SOURCE:STARVECLERIC
STATUS:COMPLETED

C1: THE DOWNFALL OF THE CENTRAL PLAINS.

Wang Chong knew that this was his mission in this world!

“If a barbarian were to become a king, then it would be better that the Central Plains fell”. This was an analect of Confucius. Wang Chong had never thought that in this distant time-space continuum, ‘Central Plains’ would actually be ‘destroyed’!

Furthermore, he himself would be the final witness of the scene!

The skies burned and the earth tremored. Countless corpses laid everywhere, forming mountains and filling oceans. The fresh blood that flowed from them converged to form a crimson river. Wang Chong could even see dense death aura rising from the corpses of tens of million of citizens of the Central Plains lying all around him.

On the other hand, countless cavalries of a foreign race were slowly closing in.

No one knew where these foreign cavalries came from. Neither did anyone knew why they were determined to destroy this world. They only knew that ten years ago, these death aura-filled foreign cavalries appeared from nowhere and within the short span of a few years, they tore through all of the empires!

Along with the appearance of these foreign cavalries, the earth collapsed inwards and space shook! Destruction! Tens of million of living beings were reduced to withered bones!

At this moment, the group that Wang Chong was leading was the final fighting force of this world!

In this center of this vast lands, Wang Chong led the final remaining army of the Central Divine Continent. As though a duckweed floating in a pond, he waited patiently for the end to come.

After going through so many years of hardship, Wang Chong thought that his heart had already steeled. Yet, when the destined moment was about to set upon him, Wang Chong can’t help but shiver.

Sorrow, pain, and despair surged through him, but those weren’t self-pity. Those were for his brothers and the ultimate end that was awaiting this homeland of his, the Central Divine Continent!

“General, please pardon my early departure!”

“You’re not at fault that we came to this point! General, you have already done your best!”

“There is no need to feel sorrow for us! We are already prepared for this. At least, at the very end, we didn’t bring shame to the Great Tang Dynasty! To be able to accompany general in this life, I have not lived in vain!”

“General, let’s meet again in our next life!”

“Come, you foreign rascals! Let’s fight one last round! Hahaha…”

…

Familiar figures passed by him one by one, roaring heartily in laughter. They charged forward resolutely toward the boundless army of foreign race, as though moths attracted to a flame.

“There’s no need, my dear brothers. We will reunite soon enough!”

Looking at those familiar figures disappearing as though an epiphyllum in the midnight, tears finally gushed out of Wang Chong’s eyes, flowing steadily down his cheeks.

Epiphyllum is a flower that blooms only for an instant before disappearing.

Wang Chong wasn’t a soul from this world. In fact, if not for that accident, he should have been in another time-space continuum enjoying the sunlight and rain, completing his university education and living the rest of his life in peace.