Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Zhu Dijun turned off the live stream, but he didn't go to get instant noodles.

The tumultuous waves of history, through some mysterious connection, transformed into powerful energies that surged into his body.

His spirits were higher than ever before.

"Ding!"

"The host's behavior has been detected to have a huge ideological impact on the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom timeline, causing its historical trajectory to deviate drastically."

"The 'Heroic Spirits of the Han Dynasty' within this time and space generate a strong emotional resonance and faith in the host."

"Activate special permissions: Entity Descends (one-time use)."

"Target locked: Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Tianjing!"

Before Judy Jun's eyes appeared a vortex gate made of light.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped inside.

……

Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Tianwang Mansion.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.

Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan sat high on his throne, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

Below, the core generals, including Yang Xiuqing (Eastern King), Wei Changhui (Northern King), and Shi Dakai (Wing King), all remained silent.

The appearance of the sky screen had a revolutionary impact on them.

His descendants, on the one hand, affirmed their achievements in "expelling the Tartars and restoring China" and called them "heroes".

On the other hand, it also ruthlessly dissected the various drawbacks of their "God-worshipping religion," stating bluntly that this was one of the root causes of their failure.

This plunged them into immense self-doubt and mental confusion.

Hong Xiuquan, in particular, proclaimed himself the second son of God, destined by Heaven.

However, the later divine figure seemed to disregard his "divinity" and instead admired Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Taizu who came from humble beginnings.

This made him feel shaken like never before.

Am I really wrong?

Just then, without warning, a soft white light appeared on the ground in the center of the hall!

"Protect the Emperor!"

With a stern shout, Yang Xiuqing, the Eastern King, commanded all his generals to draw their weapons and shield Hong Xiuquan tightly behind them.

The light dissipated.

A young man dressed in strange clothes they had never seen before stood there quietly.

It was Judy Jun!

"God...God's messenger!"

A junior officer who had seen Zhu Dijun's appearance in the sky cried out in shock, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Hong Xiuquan, in particular, stared intently at Zhu Dijun, his body trembling violently with excitement.

A divine being from later generations... has descended!

He actually came to my Heavenly King's Palace!

Does this mean that I am still destined by fate?

Ignoring the astonishment of the crowd, Zhu Dijun's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Hong Xiuquan.

His gaze was calm, devoid of either admiration or disdain, only displaying a detached indifference towards historical figures.

"I am not a messenger of God."

Zhu Dijun spoke, his voice echoing clearly in everyone's ears.

"I am just a descendant who came to pay tribute to the heroes."

He waved his hand.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Several heavy objects appeared out of thin air and slammed onto the golden bricks of the main hall with a dull thud.

Those are several heads!

But these are not bloody heads; they are preserved in a crystal-clear material, treated like the finest works of art.

Each head is incredibly lifelike, its face forever frozen with the expression of terror, resentment, and despair before death.

On the base of each skull, there is a line of small characters engraved.

The closest person, Wing King Shi Dakai, suddenly had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints!

He could make out the words on one of the bases.

【Aisin Gioro Xuanye】!

"Kangxi!"

Shi Dakai gasped in shock, his voice trembling!

"That's Emperor Qianlong!"

"That's Emperor Yongzheng!"

"That's Nurhaci! Huang Taiji!"

Exclamations of surprise, like thunderclaps, resounded throughout the Heavenly King's Palace!

These names are the hatred etched into the bones of every Han Chinese son! They are the nightmare that has weighed on their heads for nearly two hundred years!

And now, the heads of the Mite Emperors, the source of these nightmares, whom they call "demons," are casually placed in front of them like stones on the roadside!

Hong Xiuquan could no longer sit still. He staggered down from his throne, rushed to the heads, and stared intently at the face he hated most—Emperor Qianlong!

This old dog compiled the Siku Quanshu (Complete Library of the Four Treasuries), deleted and altered classics, and instigated literary inquisitions, attempting to erase the spirit of the Han people!

"Haha...hahahahahaha!"

Hong Xiuquan laughed maniacally, but as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

"They're all dead...dead! Good! Good!"

He turned around abruptly, looked at Judy Jun, and his knees buckled, as if he were about to kneel down.

Zhu Dijun dodged and caught him.

"I told you, I am just a descendant."

Zhu Dijun's voice became extremely solemn.

"I've come to tell you something."

His gaze passed over Hong Xiuquan and fell upon the thousands of Taiping soldiers inside and outside the hall, who had come upon hearing the news and were looking at him with excitement, fervor, and tears streaming down their faces.

"Your blood was not shed in vain!"

"Your sacrifices were not in vain!"

"You may fail, you may die in battle, you may be smeared as 'long-haired bandits' or 'bandits'!"

"but!"

Zhu Dijun's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, like a great bell, resounding through the sky!

History will remember you!

"Future generations of Chinese people will remember you!"

"We will remember that in that darkest and most humiliating era, there was a group of people who were the first to raise the banner of 'Expel the Manchus and restore China!'"

"They used their lives and blood to declare to the world—"

"Han sons would rather die than be slaves!"

"You are not traitors!"

"You are heroes!"

"They are towering heroes who, for the sake of our Chinese nation, have ensured the continuation of the flame of resistance!"

"boom--!"

Judy D. Jun's words were like a thunderbolt from the heavens, cleaving through the confusion and pain in the hearts of all the Taiping soldiers.

What have they always been most afraid of?

It was not death, nor the executioner's blade of the Qing demons.

They were afraid that their blood would be shed in vain, and that after their death they would bear the infamy of all eternity!

And now, this divine being from later generations has given them the highest affirmation!

"hero……"

An old soldier with a missing arm trembled all over, his face streaked with tears and snot. He kept repeating the word over and over, and then burst into tears.

"Mother...can you see...your son is a hero!"

"Waaaah... It was worth it! It was all worth it!"

At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers completely collapsed.

They either knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, or looked up to the sky and roared, venting all the humiliation, pain, confusion and anger that had been accumulating in their hearts for many years!

The entire city of Tianjing was transformed into a sea of ​​weeping.

Those were cries of affirmation, cries of comfort, cries of rebirth!

Judy watched all of this quietly, without disturbing them.

He knew that this catharsis would wash away the impurities in their minds and forge their beliefs back into an indestructible piece of steel!

After a long while, the crying gradually subsided.

The way all the Taiping soldiers looked at Zhu Dijun had completely changed.

It was no longer the fanaticism of looking at a divine messenger, but a profound reverence and trust in a guiding light!

Zhu Dijun knew that he had achieved his goal.

He looked at Hong Xiuquan and Shi Dakai and slowly began to speak.

"I have handed over the weapon of thought to you."

"How to unite all forces that can be united, and how to build the broadest united front—the sky has already made it very clear."

"Religion can be a tool to unite the underprivileged, but it must never be the foundation of a nation."

"The success of the Ming Dynasty's founding emperor and the cries of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang are the paths you should learn from."

"These are the paths you yourselves must walk."

He paused, then waved his hand again, and a thick book, gleaming with a metallic sheen, appeared in Shi Kaida's hand.

"This is the last gift I can give you."

Shi Dakai opened the book with trembling hands.

After just one glance, this seasoned and valiant general gasped in shock and nearly dropped the book.

On it were incredibly precise blueprints and manufacturing processes for a completely new type of firearm that he had never seen before!

On the first page of the drawing, three large characters were written.

[Hanyang Type]!

"Go and fight!"

Zhu Dijun's figure began to become transparent.

"Go and create a new world that belongs to you, to all the sons and daughters of Han!"

"Let not future generations lament your failures!"

A flash of light, and Judy Jun's figure vanished completely.

The entire Heavenly King's Palace was deathly silent.

next moment.

Shi Dakai raised the "Hanyang Arsenal" picture book high in his hand and roared with all his might!

"God bless China!"

"Long live the Holy Envoy!"

As Hong Xiuquan looked at the heads of those Tartar emperors and at the divine book, the last trace of confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by an unprecedented determination and pride!

He raised his arms and shouted!

"By the mandate of Heaven, we shall punish the barbarians! A proclamation is issued, proclaiming this throughout the land!"

"All Han Chinese are brothers!"

"Slay all demons! Liberate China!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A roar like a landslide and a tsunami echoed from the Heavenly King's Palace, spreading throughout the entire capital and across the whole world!

On this day, the history of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was completely reversed.

The spark called "revolution" burned in the hearts of these most devout and fanatical warriors into a raging inferno capable of burning everything!