Forget about Black Tower; he and Ning Qingyu aren't even in the same space-time.
However, given Black Tower's abilities, there was no need for him to worry.
The Emperor—which was Hermes, who had just descended and opened a new account—said thoughtfully, "The collision and fusion of several worlds doesn't seem to be a simple merging of matter and energy?"
"Timelines, rule systems, and Worldviews are intersecting. This world is more complex than imagined."
With a slight glance at the three great suns in the sky, wisps of Purple Qi were drawn in, absorbed into his body, and calmly refined.
The moment he descended, the subtle structures of the rules began to be incorporated into his mind.
The model for Martial Dao also began to be established.
With every moment and every breath, this account alias of Hermes grew stronger.
They say Superman gets stronger just by sunbathing?
They can't even touch the exhaust fumes he leaves behind, because he doesn't even need to sunbathe; he can grow stronger just by consuming air!
What's more, the current Hermes has already begun to comprehend the concept of the mind, and every single thought and mental impulse can bring him endless energy.
"Currently, the mainstream of this world, True Qi Martial Dao, is within the scope of my energy studies. It's a perfect match..."
Hermes quickly calculated in his mind, figuring out how the future universal truth: Martial Arts should be constructed.
"It seems that True Qi Martial Dao alone is not enough!"
"Perhaps in the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, there is a purely True Qi Martial Dao that can achieve Cosmic Truth, but clearly, it won't work in this world."
"For now, given the foundation of this fused world, it cannot support a Cosmic Truth based purely on the True Qi Martial Dao level!"
Thinking of this, Hermes couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.
If another fruit could successfully grow within his own energy source, it would be of great benefit to him.
"In that case, what about adding Body Tempering and Blood Qi Martial Dao?"
"Starting from muscle refinement, extending to tendons, skin, bones, organs, and marrow... this is also a very famous Martial Dao path..."
While steadily increasing his strength, he began to investigate his current situation:
"Emperor Zhu Yimo, Emperor of Great Ming!"
Hermes... no, Emperor Zhu Yimo pondered slightly:
"The account I opened, with the active cooperation of the world will, naturally embedded itself into this world. It seems... there are traces of the Legendary Other Me being shaped?"
Also, Emperor Zhu Yimo?
It doesn't seem to be the name of any Ming Dynasty Emperor he knows.
Oh.
Right.
His identity in this world seems to be that other imperial successors made him take the blame (the position), which is why he inherited the throne?
There was no choice; with the collision of several worlds, this world seemed on the verge of destruction.
To avoid becoming the last monarch of Great Ming, the various imperial princes and kings pushed the responsibility onto him—the Prince of Nanyang, who was both born into the orthodox direct lineage of Great Ming and far from its center of power.
Of course, the fact that things were so coincidental was also an investment from the world will.
The Great Ming Dynasty of this world seems to be a fictionalized Great Ming world.
However, this is normal.
Across the Heavens and through Eternal Ages.
There will always be different paths of destiny diverging from the history he knows, giving rise to various parallel space-times.
Emperor Zhu Yimo looked back and quietly reflected, digesting the memories in his mind one by one:
"Before I ascended the throne in this world, although my influence was mediocre, thankfully, having become Emperor, I inherited the foundation left behind by the previous Emperors, such as... Wei Zhongxian, who is extremely useful."
As a eunuch, even if Wei Zhongxian was arrogant and domineering outside, he naturally existed as the Emperor's domestic slave.
As long as he, the Emperor, wasn't too incompetent, he could use him very effectively.
Emperor Zhu Yimo began to ponder the cards he could play now.
This world is a bit complicated. It won't work to gather a million troops and sweep across the land like in the Yellow Turban instance back then.
His most important goal here has always been to construct a Martial Dao system that conforms to this world's rules, become the Founding Ancestor of the Dao, create a Cosmic Truth, unify the world, regulate the Order between Heaven and Man, eliminate all interference, and then promote the world's advancement.
Running off alone into the deep mountains and old forests to become the Sword God of Ten-Mile Slope is clearly divorced from reality.
"First, the eunuch system of the Great Ming Dynasty is clearly a cradle of talent, such as the aforementioned Wei Zhongxian, Cao Zhengchun of the Eastern Depot, Yu Huatian of the Western Depot. Oh, right, Liu Jin and Wang Zhi also seem quite active. Strange, why is Deng He here too? Does he seem to be one of the ultimate foundations?"
The palace eunuchs are truly a cradle of talent!
As the Emperor, Emperor Zhu Yimo felt quite pleased.
Although he rather looked down on the outdated custom of eunuchs, it must be said that for a feudal emperor, eunuchs were indeed very useful.
After all, these guys are naturally the Emperor's domestic slaves.
"Next is Zhu Wushi of the Dragon Guarding Villa, and Great Hero Guo of the Six Doors. These all directly obey me, the Emperor."
Of course, there are many hidden foundations, but they are unnecessary, rarely appear, and can be ignored for now.
"Also, I need someone to introduce me to the experts in the Jianghu? And see if any Martial Dao Heavenly Talents have appeared..."
And so.
Wei Zhongxian, who had been waiting behind the door, heard the Emperor's voice, which sounded like a majestic heavenly melody pouring into his ears from the palace:
"Wei Zhongxian, come in."
The Grand Eunuch Wei Zhongxian immediately opened the door carefully and walked in.
He immediately saw the Emperor looking up at the sky, gazing at the celestial phenomena.
At that moment, it seemed not that the sun was looking down on the common people, but that the Emperor was holding the sun in his palm and observing it.
That incomparable aura arrived majestically, overpowering everything.
Wei Zhongxian was momentarily dazed.
Was this still the Prince of Nanyang who was forced to take the blame?
Recalling the continuous celestial anomalies that had appeared recently, where even three suns were visible... perhaps.
The celestial anomalies were not a prelude to the destruction of heaven and earth, but a sign that a Holy Emperor was about to emerge?
Otherwise, there would be no explanation for the appearance of this Emperor who seemed capable of encompassing the Four Seas and Eight Desolations.
One must know that his strength was considerable, even when considering the entire Great Ming realm.
Yet, facing the newly enthroned Emperor, he felt no desire to resist whatsoever.
With this thought.
Wei Zhongxian felt sincerely convinced, and a profound reverence rose for this new monarch. He then prostrated himself and asked for instructions:
"Your Majesty summoned this servant—is it time to start the meal?"
"This servant will immediately Order the Imperial Kitchen to deliver it?"
Emperor Zhu Yimo nodded, his voice calm:
"Have the meal served, and then..."
"Cao Zhengchun and Yu Huatian are in the capital now, right? Summon them here."
Wei Zhongxian kowtowed and said:
"I obey the decree. This servant will go prepare immediately."
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