Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The leaders are all core figures among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals!

Tianzang Star Sanqianyuan, Tianyou Star Shiyao, Tianqiao Star Shangguan Yunque, Tianjie Star Wen Tao, Tianzui Star Jingxinmo, Tiansu Star Duan Chengtian...

They represent an organization that once hid in the shadows, sacrificing countless lives and lives for the stability of the world.

At this moment, they were no longer the sharp blades in the shadows, but for the first time, standing openly and proudly as founding heroes under the dawn of the new dynasty!

They remained silent, but the palpable sense of menace and their unwavering loyalty created an invisible force that resonated deeply with all those who knew the truth.

The Empress stood beside the imperial steps, under the watchful eyes of the masses.

Wearing a black empress's robe adorned with golden phoenixes, and a nine-dragon, four-phoenix pearl crown with tassels cascading down her head, she exuded nobility and solemnity. Her majesty as the mother of the nation was perfectly blended with her unparalleled beauty and aloof temperament.

She slightly raised her head, her gaze meeting Qin Chuan's for a fleeting moment on the high platform, conveying silent support and tacit understanding.

Immediately, her gaze swept downwards—

The light swept past Chi Meng's tightly clenched silver bell, past Lu Linxuan's slightly red ear tips, past Yelü Zhiwu's white knuckles, and finally landed on the bronze mask of the Bad Guys formation.

As the empress, she took it all in, yet her expression remained calm and composed.

With a barely perceptible press of a slender hand from within the wide sleeve, an invisible yet exquisite sonic wave quietly merged into the impending sonic surge.

"Long live the Emperor!"

Someone, with a desperate roar, shattered the absolute silence created by the imperial majesty.

"Long live! Long live! Long live the Emperor!"

A deafening roar erupted from every corner!

The shouts of hundreds of thousands of people converged into a torrent that shook the heavens, rushing straight to the sky shrouded in darkness!

The sound waves crashed against the palace walls, echoing throughout the city, drowning out the deathly silence of the solar eclipse!

Amidst this deafening roar, the empress's infused music acted like a stabilizing force, bringing the sound to a deeper, more solemn, and soaring height!

With heaven and earth as our zither and the people as our strings, let us play the prelude to a new dynasty!

A miracle happened amidst the roar!

The ring of burning golden-red light around the edge of the high-hanging black sun suddenly intensified, like molten gold!

Countless sharp, sword-like golden rays stubbornly shot out from the edge of darkness!

Light is tearing through the darkness!

On the high platform, Qin Chuan's figure was bathed in the strange golden light that burst forth from the core of darkness, symbolizing new life and domination.

The black dragon robe gleamed with gold patterns.

He slowly raised his head, his crown tassels swaying gently, his gaze piercing through the jade beads, and directed towards the sky that was being fought hard by the light.

His gaze swept over the people, past Chi Li Xianshen's relief, Chi Meng's love, Yelü Zhiwu's determination, Li Xingyun's感慨 and Lu Linxuan's tenderness, the various postures of the Corpse Ancestors, the trembling submission of the feudal lords, Ma Xisheng's fanaticism, and Zhang Daoling's gratitude.

Finally, it paused for a moment on that silent, dark formation—the formation of the Bad Guys.

In their deep eyes, a promise that only they could understand flashed: The world is at peace, and we will not fail you! Our names will be etched in history, starting today!

His gaze finally fell back on the golden phoenix figure beside the steps, meeting her calm and tolerant gaze once more.

The sun has broken free from all darkness, and its golden light shines down upon the world without reservation, illuminating the new empire.

Beneath the calm, still surface of Qin Chuan's deep eyes lay absolute control over the land, complex emotions towards old friends, relatives, and followers, and an unparalleled will to usher in a new era.

The embers of the chaotic world have completely cooled down.

An era belonging to him—the era of the new Tang Dynasty—was gloriously opened in the dawn when the clouds parted and the sun shone, when all people submitted, when old friends gathered, and when meritorious officials were honored!

A magnificent scroll of a prosperous era is slowly unfolding!

And the waves of emotion and the torrent of history will surge forward under the curtain of the new dynasty!

Chapter 127 The Last Night of the Bad Guys World

The night in the imperial palace was so quiet that you could hear the moonlight falling to the ground.

The branches of the old locust trees on both sides of the palace road intertwine, cutting the silvery moonlight into fragments that fall onto the bluestone pavement like a layer of crumpled frost.

Qin Chuan walked forward on the frost, the hem of his black imperial robe sweeping across the road, stirring up a few early-fallen locust leaves, which swirled and then settled down.

Although he had ascended the throne and become emperor, he had no eunuchs or palace maids accompanying him.

Because they had already been properly dismissed by Qin Chuan, only the girls from Huan Yin Fang were left in the palace to maintain appearances.

The wind slipped in through the gap in the palace wall, carrying the moisture from Taiye Pond, and felt cool as it brushed against my cheeks.

Qin Chuan looked up and saw the figure at the end of the road.

The Empress stood at the foot of the stone steps in front of the vermilion palace gate, holding the cat named Meiguo in her arms.

The cat seemed to dislike the cool night, curling up in her arms with only its fluffy head peeking out. Occasionally, the tip of its tail would brush against her moon-white palace dress, leaving a faint mark.

She wasn't wearing a phoenix crown; her black hair was loosely tied in a bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, edged with silver by the moonlight. She seemed to have lost some of the majesty of the court and gained more of the gentleness of an ordinary woman.

Chi Meng and Lu Linxuan, standing on either side of her, each carried a small red lantern. The lanterns cast a warm orange glow, elongating their shadows which swayed gently on the palace wall with each step.

Chi Meng's lantern was always restless, occasionally moving closer to Lu Linxuan. Their shadows collided on the wall, creating a blurry, warm glow, which made Lu Linxuan gently scold her, but his voice was full of laughter.

Qin Chuan slowed his pace, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved into a smile.

His vast empire was forged by iron cavalry and calculated through political maneuvering, but in the end, what softened his heart the most were these small, heartwarming moments.

Just as I was about to walk forward, I suddenly heard very light footsteps behind me, like a startled deer tentatively approaching.

Qin Chuan paused and turned around.

Yelü Zhiwu stood under the locust tree three steps away, the moonlight falling on half of her face, making her eyes, which were always as bright as stars, appear somewhat timid.

She was dressed in a lake-blue outfit, which should have made her look heroic and spirited, but at this moment she was clutching the hem of her clothes, her knuckles were white, and even her usually straight back was slightly hunched, like a green bamboo wilted by the night dew.

Her voice trembled slightly, and half of it was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out.

Qin Chuan didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

Time flies, and the stubborn little girl who once ventured alone into the wolf's den has grown into a graceful young woman.

Yelü Zhiwu took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, as if she wanted to inhale all the moonlight in the courtyard into her lungs.

She raised her head, a fire suddenly igniting in her eyes—the stubbornness of a child of the grasslands: "Master said, do what you want to do, and don't let yourself regret it. So—"

Her voice suddenly rose, then softened in the next instant, carrying a shyness she herself didn't even realize: "I don't want to be your apprentice anymore, I want to..."

That's where the conversation ended abruptly.

Her ears turned bright red, as if burned by the flame of a lantern, and even her neck was tinged with pink.

But Qin Chuan's gaze went past her and towards the corner of the palace road further away.

Yelü Zhiwu turned around following his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.

Around the corner, Jiang Chen was slowly walking towards Ying Gou, arm in arm.

The surrendered official wore a crimson gauze dress, the hem embroidered with intricate mandala patterns, swaying with every step. Her face wore her usual mischievous smile, her eyes slightly upturned, her gaze sweeping over Yelü Zhiwu's flushed face as if she had discovered something amusing.

"I heard there was some excitement here, so Ying Gou and I came to join in." Jiang Chen's voice was sweet and lazy as he traced circles on the back of Ying Gou's hand with his fingertips. "I never expected to stumble upon you two whispering to each other."

Ying Gou stood beside her, still dressed in that plain white dress, her face expressionless, only uttering four words: "I've come to spar with you."

But her gaze swept back and forth between Qin Chuan and Yelü Zhiwu twice, her long eyelashes falling to conceal the fleeting curiosity in her eyes.

Yelü Zhiwu's face turned even redder, and the courage she had just mustered deflated like a punctured paper lantern.

She shrank back, trying to hide herself in the shadow of the locust tree, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a group of people walking in the distance along the palace road.

It was Ji Ruxue and the others.

Ji Ruxue walked at the front, her moon-white dress like a floating cloud in the night. She didn't carry a lantern, but the moonlight on her face was even brighter than the lantern.

Behind her followed Miao Chengtian, Xuan Jingtian, and the other girls from Huanyin Pavilion, all dressed in light silk skirts, the hems of which brushed the ground, creating soft rustling sounds.

They carried all sorts of lanterns in their hands—lotus lanterns, rabbit lanterns, peony lanterns—and as they walked along, it was as if they had adorned the entire palace path with a galaxy of stars.

“This is…” Miao Chengtian glanced over, covered his mouth and chuckled, “It seems we’ve arrived just in time.”

Xuan Jingtian stood next to her, his gaze falling on Yelü Zhiwu, his eyes filled with understanding.

As more and more people gathered, the glow of the lanterns overlapped, illuminating the originally quiet palace path with a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Surrounded by this formation, Yelü Zhiwu couldn't utter the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She could only bury her head even lower, almost touching her chest, revealing only her bright red, almost bleeding ear tips.

Qin Chuan turned to look at the Empress.

The Empress was looking down and playing with the cat Meiguo in her arms. She scratched the cat's chin with her fingertips, which made the cat meow comfortably.

She noticed Qin Chuan's gaze, looked up at him, her eyes filled with moonlight, and smiled faintly. She didn't say a word, but it was as if she had said everything.

Qin Chuan turned back and looked at Yelü Zhiwu again.

The girl's shoulders were still trembling slightly, like new branches in the cold wind.

He suddenly remembered the night they first met, when she stood there in the same way, surrounded by wolves.

"You will always be my apprentice."

He spoke, his voice as steady as the night wind.

Yelü Zhiwu's shoulders slumped abruptly, her voice muffled and thick with nasal tone: "I understand..."

She was about to turn and run away when her wrist was gently pulled.

When she looked up, she met Qin Chuan's smiling eyes.

His large hand gently stroked the top of her head, just like countless times in the past when she was injured while practicing swordsmanship, carrying a reassuring warmth.

“But if you’re willing,” his voice softened, like water from the Taiye Pool, “you can be like them and stay by my side forever.”

Yelü Zhiwu suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She gazed at Qin Chuan for a long time, so long that she could see all the moonlight in the courtyard reflected in his eyes. Then she nodded firmly, her voice trembling with tears, but more resolute than ever before: "I do!"

"No matter where you are, or even to other worlds, you're willing?" Qin Chuan pressed, his gaze deep.

"I am willing!"

The girl's answer was resounding, startling the night birds perched in the locust tree. They fluttered over the palace wall and disappeared into the inky night sky.