The Emperor's Wrath: Who Touched My Grave?

Cao Cao's complex smile, tinged with a hint of appreciation, was frozen in time on the sky.

Across countless worlds and timelines, the understanding of this warlord from the late Han Dynasty has been completely refreshed.

Just then, Zhu Dijun's voice rang out again, pulling everyone's thoughts away from the chaos and smoke of the Three Kingdoms period and back to a grander, colder reality.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today's unofficial history of the Three Kingdoms."

The smile on Zhu Dijun's face vanished, replaced by a deep, iron-like seriousness.

The wound on his shoulder seemed to begin to ache again at this moment.

"The reason I'm saying all this is to make everyone understand that history is never static."

"Cao Cao has been interpreted in countless ways by later generations."

"Then, what about the history of an entire dynasty, an entire nation?"

His voice, transmitted through the sky, became incredibly clear, carrying a deafening power!

"Let's continue with the events of the Ming Dynasty!"

"The true Ming Dynasty, distorted by wild boar hides and vilified in countless ways by later generations of treacherous retainers!"

In the Ming Dynasty era, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di's expressions instantly became extremely solemn.

"I began to understand real history, not from history books, but from my work."

There was a hint of self-mockery in Zhu Dijun's voice.

"In ancient terms, the work I do was called 'epigraphy' in the Song Dynasty and 'Fangshi Shaojun' during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han."

"In my years of archaeological work, I have not only studied the history of the Ming Dynasty, but also the Xia, Shang, and Zhou Dynasties, the Qin, Han, and Three Kingdoms periods, the Five Barbarian Invasions after the Jin Dynasty, the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms..."

"I've discovered that our history has been massively altered!"

"This involves the successors' smear campaign against the previous dynasty, a common problem throughout history."

"but!"

Zhu Dijun's voice suddenly rose!

"Ever since that so-called Qing dynasty entered the pass, with the cooperation of those traitors and lackeys who colluded with it to harm the common people, much of our history has been completely distorted!"

"They don't just want to kill our people and take our land; they want to break our backbone and destroy our spirit!"

"Even now, in my time, our ancestral emperors are still being maliciously smeared, even...cursed, in the most vicious ways!"

curse?!

These two words made all the emperors frown.

They can understand why we smear history books.

But what is the meaning of this curse?

"For example, in my time, a very popular topic on the internet is related to a great and ambitious emperor."

Zhu Dijun's gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing precisely on a certain point in time and space.

"He is none other than Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che!"

Weiyang Palace, Western Han Dynasty.

Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, who was dealing with the war in the northern desert, suddenly raised his head.

He looked completely bewildered.

I?

What happened in later generations? Why is the emperor (朕) mentioned?

Does anyone dare to criticize my achievements?!

On the sky, the scene suddenly changed.

It's no longer an animation, but an incredibly clear video.

It was a vast, boundless Gobi Desert, with yellow sand stretching to the horizon, desolate and lonely.

In this desolate desert, a colossal head sculpture rises from the ground!

It was the face of an Eastern emperor, wearing a crown, standing twelve meters tall, carved from red sandstone, which took on an eerie dark red hue in the setting sun.

"This is a statue located in the Gobi Desert of Guazhou, Gansu, China. It is a portrait of Emperor Wu of Han."

Zhu Dijun explained.

"For the past five years, it has been regarded as a so-called 'new cultural landmark of the Silk Road' and has not attracted much attention."

Liu Che looked at the enormous statue, his brows furrowing slightly.

It's not unreasonable for later generations to erect statues of themselves.

But... why are the statue's eyes so empty? And why does its face bear an indescribable pain and struggle?

It was as if they were nailed there firmly by invisible shackles!

This stirred a strange displeasure within him.

"Until recently, someone used the 'sky eye' tool of my time, namely AI mapping, to conduct a measurement."

Zhu Dijun's voice turned cold.

A giant satellite map unfolds in the sky.

A red dot marks the location of the statue of Emperor Wu of Han.

Then, Zhu Dijun drew a straight red line eastward on the map with his finger.

The red line stretches all the way through towns and mountains.

Finally, it stopped at another marked location, 200 kilometers away.

【Emperor Wu of Han's Maoling Mausoleum】!

Upon seeing those two words, Liu Che's pupils suddenly contracted!

That's his mausoleum!

This is the resting place he prepared for himself, ten thousand years from now!

This is not over yet!

Zhu Dijun's finger then pointed to a third point on the straight line between the statue and Maoling!

It was a towering iron tower with a unique shape.

5G signal tower!

"Please take a look, everyone."

"This statue of Emperor Wu of Han, his mausoleum Maoling, and the modern signal tower in the middle are all precisely aligned in a straight line!"

"A straight line between three points!"

"Exactly the same!"

boom!

This discovery struck like a thunderbolt into the minds of all the ancients!

This is no coincidence!

It's definitely not a coincidence!

To achieve such precise positioning across a vast area spanning two hundred kilometers must be the culprit behind this astounding scheme!

"A portrait, an iron tower, an imperial tomb."

Zhu Dijun's voice was like a judge from hell reading out indictments.

"The statue's eyes are empty and pained, 'gazing' at its ancestral graves in the distance."

"In feng shui, that signal tower is shaped like a sharp arrow piercing the heart, positioned precisely between the statue and the mausoleum!"

"This kind of arrangement has an extremely vicious name in the ancient Chinese arts that have been passed down for thousands of years!"

"It's called—the Seven Star Soul-Locking Array!"

"Its ultimate goal is even more sinister, and it's called—[Severing the Dragon Vein]!"

Sever! The Dragon! Its Vein!

When those three words appeared, the temperature in the entire Weiyang Palace plummeted!

Liu Che stood up abruptly, and his domineering aura instantly transformed into a terrifying murderous aura!

Dragon Vein!

That was the fate of an entire dynasty! It was the very foundation of a nation's destiny!

It is also the foundation upon which his spirit, as the emperor, returned after his death, protecting the dynasty for generations to come!

And now, someone in later generations has used such an insidious and vicious formation to drive a poisoned nail into his mausoleum and his dragon vein!

This is to ensure he won't find peace even after death!

This is tantamount to ruining the fate of the Han Dynasty!

This is an attempt to destroy the destiny of the Chinese nation!

"Who depicted this scene?!"

"He is a so-called 'overseas Chinese' artist."

A sneer of extreme disdain appeared on Zhu Dijun's face.

"But in reality, according to our investigation, this person is not of Han blood at all!"

"He's a Tunguska boar-skin man posing as an overseas Chinese!"

"He is a descendant of those Qing dynasty remnants who distorted our history!"

Tunguska!

Wild boar hide!

It's them again!

At this moment, all the emperors of all time and space understood!

From falsifying history books to murdering and exposing their descendants, and now to cursing their ancestors!

These venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, with their intent to destroy China, have never truly died out over thousands of years!

"This is outrageous!!!"

A roar, suppressed to the extreme, seemed to burst forth from the deepest part of his chest, making the entire Weiyang Palace vibrate!

Liu Che's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the painful statue face on the sky. His dragon robe fluttered without wind, and a visible black imperial aura surged into the sky!

That wasn't ordinary anger.

That was the ruthless emperor who had the motto "Those who offend our mighty Han shall be punished no matter how far away they are" engraved in the bones of the entire nation. It was the earth-shattering rage that erupted when he discovered that his mausoleum, his dragon vein, and his dignity after death had been trampled on by the enemy in the most despicable way!

He pointed to the sky, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice as cold as ancient ice.

"These... damn... scum!!!"