A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Yes, sir!"

Thousands upon thousands of Ming soldiers responded in unison, their voices like rolling thunder, exploding in the twilight and making the air buzz.

The halberds were laid flat in unison, the swords were drawn, and the bows and crossbows were strung. The clanging of metal echoed in the twilight, forming a cold, wave-like sound that surged in one after another.

Above the Ming army's formation, one after another, giant weapons formed from golden light appeared out of thin air—

Dense and numerous, they blotted out the sky, turning the entire sky into a golden ocean.

Just a second before the Ming army was about to launch their attack—

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar exploded over the Forbidden City.

The entire Forbidden City was shaking violently, and the ground undulated like a carpet that had been overturned.

Tiles fell from the palace eaves with a crash, shattering on the ground.

The cracks in the palace walls spread out like a spider web, climbing from the base to the top.

The golden weapons, upon being struck by the shockwave, disintegrated in mid-air, turning into specks of golden light that vanished into the twilight.

Zhu Cheng swayed violently and almost lost his balance.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Just now……

It seems the Great Ming Secret Realm has run into something?

As soon as the idea popped into his head, Zhu Cheng himself found it absurd.

Are you kidding me?

This secret realm is just wandering around in the void!

What could it possibly bump into?

This is even more absurd than a spaceship rear-ending another in space!

Zhu Cheng's mind was buzzing.

Before he could figure it out, a series of soft, teeth-grinding sounds came from above.

"Click...click...click-click..."

The sound was like a piece of glass shattering bit by bit.

Zhu Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then, his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He saw—

The sky has cracked.

Yes, it literally means "cracked".

That clear blue sky, without a single cloud, was now covered with countless cracks.

The cracks started from the very center of the sky and spread out in all directions, like a giant spider web that covered the entire sky.

The edges of the crack shimmered with an eerie, dark blue light, as if something was seeping in from the other side of the crack.

Looking at the cracked sky, Zhu Cheng felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly.

He whirled around to face Ji Zuodao, his eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with a gnashing hatred: "What have you done?!"

Ji Zuodao stood in the messy passageway, still holding Qiqi in his arms.

He looked up at the cracked sky, then looked down at Zhu Cheng, and gave him an extremely smug look—

"Why are you looking at me? I don't know either."

According to Doggo, this is a choice made by fate.

"Fate, you son of a bitch—"

Zhu Cheng almost swore, but swallowed the rest of his sentence back.

He took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm, to be polite, and not to stoop to the level of this bastard.

But his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Just then—

"BOOM—!!!"

An even louder explosion than before erupted overhead.

That cracked sky finally gave way.

A huge "fragment of the sky" broke off from the crack, tumbling and spinning in the twilight, before crashing onto the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with a loud "boom," collapsing half of the entire hall.

Then, more fragments began to fall off.

One yuan, two yuan, ten yuan, hundreds of yuan—

The entire sky was like a shattered mirror, collapsing piece by piece.

Then, Zhu Cheng saw it.

At the gap revealed after the fragments fell away, a huge thing was slowly, bit by bit, probing into the gap.

The thing was so big that Zhu Cheng couldn't see its entirety at first glance.

He could only see part of it—it was a wall, a huge, red wall with some kind of pattern painted on it.

That pattern... looks like... a door stud?

Zhu Cheng's brain was racing, trying to figure out what it was.

Then, he froze.

That wall... why does it look so familiar?

He suddenly remembered.

He had seen that wall before.

On television.

In the first few seconds of the evening news broadcast.

That is--

Tiananmen Square.

Zhu Cheng was completely stunned.

He stood there, holding the imperial seal in his hands, surrounded by densely packed Ming soldiers in golden armor, with the sky collapsing overhead, and in front of him a huge building resembling Tiananmen Square, peering through a gap in the sky.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

His brain completely shut down at that moment.

Meanwhile, Ji Zuodao was also dumbfounded.

He stood in the passageway, holding Qiqi in his arms, looking up at the building that looked like Tiananmen Square peeking out from the gap, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg inside.

"Holy crap?" he muttered to himself, "What is that thing? It looks a bit like... Tiananmen Square?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

That's right.

That's Tiananmen Square.

Ji Zuodao's mind also began to buzz.

He knew, of course, that Dog would call for reinforcements.

Dog said that the Oracle of Destiny gave him enlightenment.

But to his utter surprise, the reinforcements that Dog Master brought were actually—

Tiananmen Square?

Is this fucking reasonable?

This isn't a film about the founding of a nation!

Just as Ji Zuodao and Zhu Cheng were both in a daze, an excited voice came from the gap:

"Big brother—! I'm here—!"

The voice carried an undisguised smugness and boastfulness.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew down from the Tiananmen Gate Tower, drawing a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily in front of Ji Zuodao.

It was Ji Zhengdao.

After landing, he straightened his collar, then grinned at Ji Zuodao, revealing a set of white teeth: "Big brother, how was it? Surprised? Unexpected?"

Ji Zuodao looked at him, remained silent for three seconds, and then spoke: "You fucking brought Tiananmen Square here?"

"It wasn't moved here," Ji Zhengdao corrected, "it was built by hand during the expansion."

When he said this, his tone was so casual and nonchalant, as if he weren't talking about "building a Tiananmen Square" but rather something as mundane as "having a bowl of noodles with soybean paste today."

"Did you build it manually as a side project?"

"yes."

Ji Zhengdao nodded, looking completely matter-of-fact. "When I had my inner demons build the Great Wall, they also conveniently built Tiananmen Square."

Listen.

Is this human talk?

Even Meng Jiangnu would cry again if she heard this.

Ji Zuodao opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, finally letting out a complex sigh:

"You're a fucking genius."