It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the darkness.

Heavy bombardment hit the countryside outside Chang'an City.

Purple thunder rolling like a dragon in the dark clouds came one after another.

The shrill thunder exploded across the sky and the earth.

It is not as ominous as the Tiangu.

Instead, it brings a touch of sadness.

The saint is about to die, and the heaven and earth mourn!

Chu Xuan stood alone in this thunder prison.

Lower your head slightly.

Looking down at the vast land of China.

Candlelight shines from the windows in the city and in the countryside.

Gradually come together.

At this time, what he saw was not dark clouds or darkness, but the scattered lights of thousands of houses.

It's the taste of the human world.

This is the Tang Dynasty and China.

Beyond that light.

In the square outside Tai Chi Palace.

Li Shimin and all the civil and military officials gathered here.

Everyone looked solemn.

Feel his gaze.

The lips of this emperor who had dominated the world for more than twenty years trembled.

But couldn't say a word.

He already guessed what was going to happen next.

At this moment, a subtle voice suddenly came into his ears.

"The humble monk hereby wishes that His Majesty will be more powerful in the future and that the Tang Dynasty will prosper in martial virtue!"

Li Shimin was startled.

Before I could reply.

I saw Chu Xuan's body gradually rising amidst the thunder in the sky.

getting smaller and smaller.

With your eyes raised.

Chu Xuan's spiritual thoughts gradually communicated with heaven and earth.

He seemed to see the workers carrying stones along the Nile River.

See the people of the New World praying to the sky.

Also see the splendor of Constantinople and the pointed roofs of Gothic architecture.

All of this is the human world.

Chu Xuan smiled more and more freely.

Hands together.

Sitting cross-legged in thin air.

"The world is prosperous and full of laughter, but I have the spare hair on my temples.

Xuanzang, go! "

After saying this, the golden light shines brightly.

The wind comes from nowhere.

Chu Xuan’s body starts from his fingers and toes.

It turns into tiny, undetectable golden particles very quickly.

Spread to the world with the wind.

Every golden particle will be accurately integrated into a Blue Star human body.

After the particles enter the body.

In an instant, he was entangled with the spiritual power of the blocked gene.

After consuming about a quarter of his spiritual power, it dissipated completely.

A gap appeared in the originally tight genetic blockade.

The blockade time was also reduced from two thousand years to fifteen hundred years.

It's almost time for the next space crack to open.

This is the five hundred years of survival for the human race!

As the body continues to break.

Chu Xuan's consciousness became more and more blurred.

He is going to die.

But the Tang Dynasty is peaceful, and China is peaceful.

It will get better in the future.

He was very happy.

Chu Xuan liked this dynasty that was both desirable and regrettable.

Because he is too strong.

Too strong to fail.

So powerful that no enemy can defeat him from the outside.

Even after the Anshi Rebellion.

The emperor fled nine times and the capital fell six times.

It is still possible to destroy Huihe in one battle.

Destroyed for hundreds of years.

The mortal enemies of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Liao and Xixia, always regarded themselves as the Jiedushi of the Tang Dynasty.

Every time I think about Tian Khan, I cry bitterly.

In such an era.

If you are an emperor, you can become the only unparalleled hero in heaven and earth.

If you are a military general, then you are a military god who can sweep thousands of armies and expand territories.

If you are a poet, you can also be a free and easy poetry fairy who is born with talents that will be useful and come back after all your money is spent.

This is a dynasty as powerful as the Han Dynasty.

So Han became China's surname, and Tang became China's first name.

The prosperous Han and Tang Dynasties.

These years in Chang'an.

Chu Xuan had seen the grand occasion of all nations coming to court more than once.

People of the Tang Dynasty could walk boldly and confidently on the streets.

Accept the envious and awed looks of foreigners calmly.

He felt that this was what China should be like.

at the same time.

All the people of Tang Dynasty felt inexplicably deep sadness in their hearts.

affected by this emotion.

Everyone walked out of their homes unconsciously.

Looking in the same direction.

They can't see it, but they seem to feel it.

It only took a few breaths.

When the last golden particles are blown away by the wind.

The thunder suddenly stopped.

A ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds.

It shines on the place where Chu Xuan was sitting cross-legged just now.

But the monk was nowhere to be seen.

People from other countries see this sunshine.

Children laugh, girls laugh, old people laugh.

However, the people of the Tang Dynasty all bowed to the ground and cried with regret.

Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty burst into tears.

He cupped his hands into fists and bowed deeply in the direction where Chu Xuan disappeared.

"Li Shimin brings the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to send you off respectfully!"

At the right time, the emperor bows his head and all the people worship!