Revitalization of Spirituality: My Front Door Leads to a Miniature Universe

The border of the Ming Dynasty.

At this moment, the army of the Moon Worship Kingdom has been fully assembled.

The king himself went to the front lines to lead the army. He was a strong man with muscles that coiled together like dragons, and his body was bronze in color and full of power.

Purple arcs of electricity swirled around it, and with a soft "boom," countless runes appeared in the air, radiating a destructive aura.

His whole being seemed to be shrouded in thunder, both eerie and strange.

He is currently seated on a dragon throne made of gilded metal.

He gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, his gaze fixed on the graceful figure of the dancer in the main tent, his eyes burning with desire.

"Has the letter of surrender from the Ming Dynasty arrived yet?"

He took a small sip of red wine and asked the question calmly, his gaze as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

"According to reports from scouts, the Ming Dynasty appears to be mobilizing its troops."

A senior official stepped forward and answered.

"Click."

A crisp sound rang out, and the singing and dancing in the large tent came to an abrupt halt. Everyone knelt on the ground, trembling as they looked at the man on the dragon throne.

At this moment, the wine glass in his hand had turned to dust, his face was more gloomy, and a wicked smile was on his lips. "Destroy the country."

The two words boomed like thunder in the tent, almost making everyone's ears ring.

After he finished speaking, the King of Baiyue's expression returned to normal, as cold as frost.

It was as if he had merely spat out a mouthful of saliva, effortlessly determining the final fate of the Ming Dynasty.

"That's right, destroying a country is the best way to deal with barbarian nations. It's time to show them what advanced civilization is all about."

Seeing the king's expression soften, the ministers breathed a sigh of relief and echoed his sentiments.

They followed the man who had stepped down from the dragon throne towards the outside of the main tent.

"The King of Baiyue is wise and mighty, and will unify the eight wastelands for eternity!"

The moment the man appeared, a loud slogan rang out, its sound resounding through the heavens.

At first glance, it turned out to be a mighty and iron army that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The vast expanse stretched endlessly, so much so that people had to stand on the mountainside, resembling a dense swarm of locusts that inspired awe and fear.

A single glance at the size of the army is enough to crush the will to fight of any opponent.

This is the iron army that swept across the eight wastelands and destroyed ten kingdoms in one night, and it is also the source of the arrogant confidence of the Moon Worship Kingdom.

The King of Baiyue Kingdom waved his hand lightly, abruptly stopping his voice. He was an absolute authority, and no one dared to disobey him; those who defied him would die.

"After you crush the Ming Dynasty with your iron cavalry, I will allow you to revel for a month, indulging in women to your heart's content. This is the price for defying the Celestial Empire's army!"

The man gave a pre-battle pep talk, not spouting lofty rhetoric but instead stirring up the most primal instincts of the pack of hungry wolves.

As expected, these words immediately drew a tsunami of cheers.

The soldiers were as if they had been injected with adrenaline, wishing they could take off their clothes and have some fun right now.

The King of Baiyue smiled, pleased with the soldiers' performance.

Just then, a scout came over and respectfully presented a letter.

The King of Baiyue's eyes darted around rapidly, his expression suddenly darkening.

The lightning surrounding him became exceptionally dazzling, as if it could tear the sky apart.

Everyone fell silent, staring at the man before them, a bad feeling creeping into their hearts.

It took the King of Baiyue a long time to finally look away from the letter, and with a "snap," the paper instantly turned to ashes.

He turned around, revealing a cruel smile, and said maliciously,

"Guess what I just received? This tiny, insignificant place has actually declared war on us!"

These words caused an uproar, with everyone displaying expressions of disbelief.

Some even exclaimed, "What barbarians! Not only do they refuse to surrender, but they also dare to issue a declaration of war. They are simply courting death!"

"Your Majesty, give the order immediately! We must destroy this arrogant nation!"

The crowd was instantly enraged; in the past, no one had ever submitted to their military might.

Now they're being provoked by a small country; this is undoubtedly a slap in the face for them.

Especially since the king had just begun celebrating the victory, this slap seemed particularly loud.

The King of Baiyue was about to give the order, but was stopped by a senior minister.

"Your Majesty, you must not be so rash. How dare such a small country be so arrogant? They must have something to rely on."

"Oh?"

The man looked over with curiosity, but more than that, he was filled with disdain and mockery.

"I have sent people to inquire, and it is said that a miracle occurred in the Great Ming Dynasty. It is said that an ancient god appeared. If this is true, we must take precautions."

The senior official spoke up to explain, his expression quite solemn.

"Gods? I'm afraid of gods?"

To everyone's surprise, the King of Baiyue Kingdom not only showed no surprise but burst into laughter, acting without restraint.

Then, a jet-black iron hammer appeared in his hand, its body gleaming with light.

Lightning crackled and shot out terrifying arcs of electricity from above, and the space where he stood seemed to be torn apart, radiating a terrifying pressure.

"The world's most precious treasure—Thor's hammer, Your Majesty... have you fully mastered it?"

Everyone around felt a jolt in their hearts, their eyes widened, and their voices trembled.

"One-third has already been fused."

"Your Majesty is truly a peerless genius. In the past, all my rulers have only managed to fuse one-thirtieth of Thor's Hammer. Your achievement is truly a blessing upon my Moon Worship Kingdom."

The crowd's eyes were filled with adoration, and they all knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

At this moment, they realized why this king dared to be so arrogant and dissolute, disregarding everything.

With his peak martial arts cultivation and the world's most precious treasure, he had every reason to be arrogant.

"I am the Thunder God of the Human World!"

The man held Thor's hammer with a confident smile, knowing that a single blow could destroy a city.

I firmly believe that even if ancient gods descended, we would still have the power to fight them!

A boundless and powerful force of thunder erupted from his body, crackling and popping, causing the entire sky to tremble.

The sky darkened as a thick layer of dark clouds suddenly appeared overhead.

The crimson lightning, like a serpent, danced and struck straight to the heavens. In that instant, he seemed to be the reincarnation of the God of Thunder, able to control the lives and deaths of millions.

The soldiers were stunned by the terrible sight before them, their eyes filled with fear and shock.

He immediately let out a thunderous roar, his blood boiling – this was a worship of absolute power.

With this treasure in hand, they firmly believed they could be invincible and overcome all obstacles.

"The Emperor is truly a god of this era! What kind of ancient gods are they? They will all be reduced to dust under the Emperor's single blow! The end of the Ming Dynasty has come!"

The high-ranking official who had previously reported to the Ming Dynasty that there seemed to be a deity stepped forward again, saying that only what one saw with one's own eyes could be true.

In his view, the so-called ancient gods were just legends fabricated by ordinary people.

After all, when despair strikes, people often place their last hope in something fictitious, such as a god!

Everyone echoed their agreement, and their previous fear of the ancient gods vanished.

If there were truly a deity in charge, the Ming Dynasty would not be so weak; this is the consensus of everyone at this moment.

"Your Majesty, send your troops! My... great axe is itching for battle!"

This was a fully armed general, his eyes burning with fervor as he looked at the king.

After saying that, he grabbed his crotch, as if trying to restrain himself.

The other soldiers had the same look in their eyes, wishing they could rush into the Ming Dynasty immediately and vent their anger.

"Send troops!"

The King of Baiyue drew his long sword from his waist, pointed it straight at the sky, and roared angrily.