Chapter 69
The Sky Over China Has Collapsed
The sky slowly darkened, but the turmoil stirred up in all realms and time was far from subsiding.
The painting "Tiger Giving Birth to a Corgi," commissioned by Cao Cao and urgently drawn, has spread throughout Xuchang. Some daring merchants even had it printed overnight, preparing to sell it all over the country.
Upon hearing this news, Liu Bei, who was on his sickbed, miraculously laughed out loud, and his condition seemed to improve by a third.
Meanwhile, in Jiangdong, Sun Quan had already smashed three tables. It is said that whenever he saw himself in the mirror, he would subconsciously look at his legs and then fall into a new round of rage.
The entire Three Kingdoms period has become a pot of boiling water of joy because of these few unofficial historical accounts.
The emperors and generals of other time periods also enjoyed the most carefree time in recent years.
They never imagined that dry history could be presented in such an interesting way.
However, just as everyone was anticipating who Judy Jun would make fun of in the afternoon, the sky lit up again at noon.
After having lunch, Zhu Dijun appeared in the frame.
He slung a black backpack over his shoulder, and his expression was no longer the playful and amused one he had in the morning; instead, it was one of indescribable calm and solemnity.
He spoke to the sky, his voice deep and clear.
"Family, that's enough of the jokes this morning."
"From now on, there will be no more jokes, no more anecdotes, and no more humor."
His tone suddenly became serious, and every word seemed to be struck from his chest.
"I want to take you to a place where you can witness a piece of history."
"A history that is etched in the hearts of all Chinese people and will never be forgotten."
This sudden turn of events left all the laughing spectators in the myriad worlds stunned.
They sensed an unprecedented heaviness in Zhu Dijun's eyes and tone.
It was a weight that seemed capable of crushing mountains.
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin's smile faded, and his brows furrowed slightly.
During the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang also stopped commenting on the "Corgi Picture," and his gaze became sharp.
In the Qin Dynasty, the First Emperor Ying Zheng's domineering eyes also turned to the sky, with a hint of scrutiny.
They all realized that what was about to happen was probably no small matter.
The perspective of the sky changed as Zhu Dijun moved.
He boarded a metal box-like vehicle, and the scenery outside the window rushed by.
"The city I am in now is Jinling."
Zhu Dijun's voice rang out.
Jinling!
These two words, like a thunderclap, resounded across countless times and spaces.
In the Jianye Palace of Eastern Wu, Sun Quan, who had just calmed down, suddenly stood up!
Jinling, isn't that his Jianye? I was so angry about the unofficial history that I forgot I was the gatekeeper for the future Zhu family emperors. Now that I've calmed down, I realize I'm Jianye a thousand years from now.
In the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang and his son Zhu Di exchanged a glance, their expressions instantly turning solemn.
That's the capital of their Great Ming Dynasty! Yingtian Prefecture!
Southern Tang, Eastern Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, Chen... one after another, dynasties that once established their capitals here all focused their attention on this place.
This is the ancient capital of six dynasties, and the capital of ten dynasties!
Zhu Dijun continued:
"It has many names. In your time, it was called Jianye, Jiankang, and Yingtian."
"And in the history I am about to recount, it was Nanjing, the capital of the Republic of China at that time."
In the footage, Zhu Dijun gets out of the car.
A massive and somber complex of buildings came into view.
Its main colors are black, white, and gray, and its lines are as if carved by a knife and axe, full of repression and sorrow.
On the wall of the building, several large and eye-catching words are engraved.
Most ancient people couldn't understand the simplified characters, but the weight of blood and tears conveyed by the characters themselves transcended time and space, accurately reaching the hearts of everyone.
Zhu Dijun stood in front of the huge memorial hall, looking up at it.
His voice, transmitted through the heavens, resounded throughout the myriad worlds.
"Dear family members."
"I am currently at the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders."
Japanese troops invading China?
Nanjing Massacre?
The victims?
Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's heart.
"On December 13, 1937 in later generations."
Zhu Dijun's voice trembled slightly, filled with suppressed grief and indignation.
"A tiny country called 'Japan,' also known as the Wokou, an army from beyond the East China Sea, breached this city."
"Here they waged a six-week-long, horrific war against our unarmed compatriots..."
"Massacre!"
"boom--!"
It was as if an invisible thunderclap was exploding throughout all of time and space!
massacre!
In Jinling! In their Jianye! In their Yingtianfu!
"presumptuous!"
In Eastern Wu, Sun Quan's eyes were bloodshot, and a raging fire burned in his azure eyes!
That's his capital! Who dares to slaughter his people there!
"court death!"
In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang shattered the armrest of the dragon throne with a single blow. This commoner emperor, who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, unleashed a terrifying aura of killing intent.
"Our capital! Who gave those beasts the audacity!"
"Japanese pirates!"
He squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.
This enemy, who had been harassing the southeastern coast since the beginning of his dynasty! They actually... actually broke through Yingtian Prefecture hundreds of years later and carried out a massacre?
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin's face was ashen.
"How dare these mere barbarians invade the heartland of China? What were the armies of later generations good for?!"
The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.
The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, slowly stood up. His terrifying aura, which had unified the six kingdoms and dominated the four seas, made the air in the entire palace seem to freeze.
His voice was cold and devoid of emotion, yet it contained a devastating rage.
"The name of the country, Japan?"
"Oh."
"Issue the order: Investigate this matter! Have this name engraved on stone tablets in every county and prefecture throughout the land!"
"Tell future generations that if this country exists, it will be a disgrace to China!"
"All my descendants, generation after generation, will be my mortal enemies!"
At this moment, all the previous laughter and joy vanished.
A black storm called "Anger" is quietly gathering in all dimensions.
Everyone stared intently at the sky, wanting to know what crimes those beasts, known as the "Japanese army," had committed on their land!
The sky over China is about to collapse!