He turned and looked at the woman on the jade bed again...
"The ninth generation secret?"
Lin Huang murmured, somewhat unbelievable.
The old woman's expression was very natural, "Princess Chan is born with a delicate heart, and she is a genius who has never been born before. She is a mess in martial arts, but in terms of theory and strategy, there is only one person who can surpass her in this world!"
"She made several plans to extend the life of the Ming Dynasty for decades. She strongly advised Emperor Ai of the Ming Dynasty to build the Fengqingtian Ancient Great Wall, and guided Xiao Hanqing's expedition to the Xuanwu God's Domain! She also left behind a great plan for the next two thousand years!"
"It's a pity that because of God's jealousy of talented people, Princess Chan burns oil to light the lamp, but in the end she can't prop up a great government in the troubled times!"
Priest Mo's voice was full of regret and regret.
"If God can give her another hundred years of life, maybe the Ming Dynasty can be expected! The human race will not fall into the dark age that will inevitably occur after the destruction of the divine dynasty!"
Lin Huang was silent. The woman on the jade bed was quiet and dignified. It was hard to imagine that in that turbulent era, it was she who carried the sky with her weak body.
Behind all the struggles of the Ming Dynasty, there is her shadow.
"What a pity..."
Lin Huang felt sad for Princess Chan.
"How did Princess Chan... fall?"
Lin Huang asked.
On the mainland, there have been many versions of Princess Chan's death circulated, and each version is justified. However... if Princess Chan is the ninth generation of Tianji and has outstanding strategy, then she cannot die easily.
"I can't help but..."
There were tears in Priest Mo's eyes and he lamented in his voice.
"Three thousand years ago, the Ming Dynasty was indeed defeated by the evil tribe! But this is not the most terrifying thing..."
Priest Mo's voice was full of grievance and regret, "The most terrifying thing is the human heart! It is the people in this world who fear the evil clan. The evil clan seems to be unkillable and has countless weird abilities! It makes the common people feel like they are seeing gods!"
"Without the determination to win, how can the human race survive? Even if Xiao Hanqing illuminates the world and the Nine Gods are unstoppable... But what can they do? After all, they still have not broken the fear of the people in the world!"
"When Princess Chan understood this, her health deteriorated from bad to worse! She is very resourceful, but she doesn't know how to heal people's hearts!"
Tears streamed down Priest Mo's face, "So, she thought of the Seventeen Tombs of the Ming Dynasty, and the terrifying existence that was shrouded in dust among the Seventeen Tombs of the Ming Dynasty!"
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his mood suddenly became tense.
"World-Destroying Soldier Soul!"
Priest Mo spoke with a complicated expression on his face, "The Fourteen Powers of the Ming Dynasty are the ancestral weapons of the Ming Dynasty... and the souls of the divine weapons are the souls of the world-destroying weapons that accompany the Ming Dynasty's eternal sleep... known as ruthless
!”
"But the Ming Dynasty's ancestors... descendants of the Ming Dynasty must not touch the souls of ruthless soldiers. This is the rule set by fate!"
"Emperor Ming Ai has never violated this rule, and neither has His Highness the Crown Prince... Princess Chan doesn't care about this. She has seen too much suffering in the world and has traveled hundreds of millions of miles with blood. In her eyes, the ancestral precepts are not the same.
Can’t violate it!”
"So...at the end of her life, she confessed everything behind her and then entered the Seventeen Tombs of the Ming Dynasty!"
Lin Huang was surprised and quickly asked: "She brought out the soul of the ruthless soldier?"
Priest Mo shook his head.
"It should...failed..."
"When Princess Chan walked out of the tomb of Emperor Mingshi, she was already exhausted. She said she wanted to sleep here forever!"
"Princess Chan has never left the Seventeen Tombs of the Ming Dynasty!"
"The old woman followed Princess Chan's last wish and moved her palace to the Seventeen Tombs of the Ming Dynasty, and she has never left!"
"If the soul of the ruthless soldier left the tomb of Emperor Mingshi and wandered in the world, then... the world should not be like this. After all, Xiao Hanqing had the appearance of a quasi-emperor back then, holding the fourteen powers of the Ming Dynasty. If he had the soul of the ruthless soldier, he might be able to
Fight against the evil leader!"
"The soul of the ruthless soldier...should still be in the tomb of Emperor Mingshi!"
Priest Mo shook his head and sighed, feeling infinite sadness in his heart.
Lin Huang was also silent, with a strong sense of disappointment in his heart. If Princess Chan had succeeded back then, maybe the human race would not have had to exist in the Eternal Night Era for two thousand years.
There won't be a thousand years of war.
Not to mention that the evil tribe is not ready to make a move and come back from the dead.
What a pity...
There are too many emotions in the world to calm down.
I don’t know how desperate Princess Chan must have been when she knew that the souls of the ruthless soldiers had not left the tomb of Emperor Mingshi... Her country and her people would all be annihilated in the torrent of time.
"Fortunately...Princess Chan left a backup plan! But the backup plan was too vicious!"
Priest Mo shook his head, "In that monstrous conspiracy, whether it is the 96 million divine army, Emperor Ming Ai, or the champion general Xiao Hanqing who is only one step away, they will all sacrifice their lives.
The price!”
"And the human race will also experience a dark age that will last for thousands of years!"
"Princess Chan...what did you do?"
Lin Huang asked extremely curiously.
"Did Princess Chan do anything?"
Priest Mo shook his head, "Although it was a huge situation, Princess Chan only lost three sons!"
"One of them was responsible for the destruction of the Ming Dynasty and the end of all hope for the people of the world!"
"The second son retains the Confucian school lineage and continues civilization for the human race!"
"The third son is the tenth Tianji! His life's mission is to keep the fire of hope for the human race!"
"When all the people in the world have endured oppression for thousands of years or even longer, as long as their civilization and hope remain alive, they will one day rise again!"
"The longer the human race is oppressed, the more terrifying the resistance of the human race will be. Only the evil race that has been at ease for thousands of years can compete with it!"
Priest Mo's voice was full of emotion. Even though she was Princess Chan's teacher, there was still a feeling of admiration in her emotional voice.
Lin Huang was slightly startled. He recalled the seventy-two academic palaces and temples in the two thousand years of eternal night... He recalled the geniuses who had risen one after another in the two thousand years of eternal night... They died generously, perhaps just to continue the human race.
of hatred and hope!
Lin Huang once again looked at Princess Chan who was quiet on the jade bed, his heart was full of respect, and he bowed slightly!
"In this world, Princess Chan should be remembered!"
Lin Huang's voice was low.
"This is not important to Princess Chan. What is important is that the world is peaceful!"
Priest Mo shook his head and disagreed with Lin Huang's words, "And Princess Chan has been waiting. She has crossed the tenth heaven and is waiting for the secrets of future generations... I hope they can appear here!"
"She had a nine-turn exquisite heart, and she wrote "Twelve Treatises on Taiping" before she died. This was Princess Chan's ideal world of peace. She hoped to leave the secrets to future generations, and use this to prosper the human race, and everything in the Cangqiong Continent!
"
There were tears on Priest Mo's face, but also a smile on his face. It was a smile for Princess Chan's ideal world.
Lin Huang was silent in his heart. In Lin Huang's eyes, the woman lying quietly on the jade bed was as bright as the sun. But under that dazzling light, infinite sadness arose in Lin Huang's heart.