Chapter 34: The Joseon Dynasty (Part 10)

The two armies clashed, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield.
The Tianfeng Kingdom suffered a crushing defeat.
No matter how fearless and valiant,
a dynasty in its twilight years cannot withstand the relentless tide of historical change.
Since the death of the founding emperor of the Tianfeng Kingdom...
His fate was sealed.
Shortly after Su Chen led his army into the capital,
a piercing scream echoed through the city.
"Heaven's will has not favored me... This is the will of Heaven!"
"Feng Chen... I hate you! My Tianfeng Kingdom was destroyed by your hand, my Feng Clan's foundation was destroyed by your hand!"
Su Chen raised his head, thinking: 'Hate, that's right, the more you hate, the happier I am.'
A thousand-year dynasty was destroyed by his hand.
A brand new dynasty will be established in his hands.
Looks came from all directions.
"In the end, it was that old man from the Li family who won?"
"What a pity, the Li family seized the destiny first."
"Even if that old ghost from the Li family wins, he will probably pay a heavy price. A half-king level being is not so easy to kill."
"The real chaos is coming!"
"..."
Inside the capital city
Su Chen looked at the returning Li clan patriarch with considerable worry.
After the battle, although the Li clan patriarch successfully killed the Heavenly Wind King,
the situation was not optimistic.
A right hand was severed, life drained away like a dried-up river.
Li Hongwen quickly carried over a black and red coffin.
The Li Clan's patriarch lay down inside.
Looking at the blood-stained steps, Li Hongwen felt a surge of emotion.
"Who could have imagined that my Li Clan's Mythical Ancestor and the Feng Clan's Great Ancestor, who joined forces to establish the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, which flourished for a thousand years?"
"Yet, the Heavenly Wind Kingdom was ultimately destroyed by my Li Clan."
Su Chen smiled slightly and said calmly, "Perhaps this can be considered a beginning and an end."
Li Hongwen laughed heartily, "A good beginning and an end indeed!"
Su Chen seemed to have thought of something and asked in confusion, "Grandpa Hongwen, do you know the whereabouts of my Li Clan's founder, the Mythical Ancestor Li?"
"Is the Mythical Ancestor still alive?"
Li Hongwen pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "This is a secret of my Li Clan, but given your status, Chen'er, it's alright to tell you these secrets."
Su Chen's expression turned serious, and he focused intently.
"When the Mythical Ancestor left the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, his cultivation had already reached the Void Realm, a realm above the Profound Realm. He was revered as an Emperor. The Mythical Ancestor left behind the words that he wanted to leave the Eastern Wilderness, leave the Heavenly Profound Domain, and go to the Outer Heavens to see what it was like. He wanted to contend for... Emperor!"
Su Chen was greatly shocked.
Holy crap!
Could this be the reincarnation of a powerful being?
An Emperor, in any fantasy world, is a pinnacle existence.
Li Shenhua was born in a small kingdom, yet he actually wanted to step out of the Heavenly Profound Domain and trample the heads of countless geniuses.
Su Chen continued to ask, "Did Grandpa Hongwen find any trace of the Mythical Ancestor in the Eastern Wilderness?"
Su Chen was very curious.
Li Hongwen shook his head.
"Our ancestor, the Mythical Ancestor, said that he would not travel the world under his real name, lest he bring trouble upon his descendants."
"My Li family doesn't know the whereabouts of our Mythical Ancestor, only that he is certainly still alive."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Li Hongwen's eyes. If the Mythical Ancestor were still alive... how powerful would his Li family be?
Su Chen listened patiently, his heart filled with joy upon learning that Li Shenhua was still alive.
This was a super strong individual.
If used well, he could be an incredibly powerful backer.
Perhaps in a future life, he would encounter Li Shenhua.
Soon, the Li clan began a massive migration.
The Tianfeng Kingdom was destroyed, and the Li clan, having seized the Tianfeng Kingdom's dragon vein, became the new masters of this region. After discussions among the elders, they named their kingdom Yuan
The Tianyuan Dynasty!
The ruler was Su Chen's adoptive father in this life, Li Jiangqun.
Not long after the establishment of the Tianyuan Dynasty, several other powerful regional forces established their own kingdoms.
They still refused to give up, determined to contend with the Li clan for the throne.
For example, the Great Wu Dynasty, supported by the Lingwu Hall in the east
and the Tiancheng Dynasty, founded by the Kong clan in the north.
These were all extremely powerful forces.
Upon the establishment of their kingdoms, Li Jiangqun immediately dispatched Li Yuanfa to lead an army to attack the Lingwu Hall.
"Looks like my good father still hasn't given up!"
Su Chen narrowed his eyes. How could he not see that Li Jiangqun still wanted to groom Li Yuanfa to rival him?
However, this time, he was determined to be king!
Before Su Chen, Li Yuanfa had always been the first in line to inherit the Li Group. His abilities were naturally considerable, and he quickly achieved a series of victories.
Su Chen, upon hearing this news, simply smiled calmly and didn't pay much attention. He began to focus on cultivation, though years of warfare had somewhat diminished his power.
Thirtieth Year
Su Chen's cultivation reached the third level of the Spirit Soul Realm.
Within the Li Group, he was considered a strongman; some elders who had lived for hundreds of years were not as powerful as him.
That year, Li Yuanfa encountered the unparalleled genius of the Spirit Martial Hall and repeatedly failed. Under pressure, Li Jiangqun had no choice but to send Su Chen to lead the army again to attack Da Wu.
Su Chen led the army eastward, conquering cities and fortresses, winning every battle.
"Brother Song, how have you been?"
Su Chen looked at the familiar face and smiled faintly.
The unparalleled genius of the Lingwu Hall, who had repeatedly defeated Li Yuanfa, was none other than Song Wuque, the Lingwu Hall prodigy who had accompanied Su Chen to Xuanling City to participate in the Xuanyuan Holy Land's disciple recruitment.
Song Wuque smiled helplessly: "After defeating Li Yuanfa, I had a bad feeling, but I didn't expect that feeling to come from you."
"Brother Li, it seems we may not be able to reminisce today."
The great river roared.
The soldiers of the Tianyuan Dynasty and the Dawu Dynasty faced each other across the river. A million martial artists gathered together, their every move affecting the changing celestial phenomena—sometimes dark clouds gathered, sometimes torrential rain poured down, sometimes heavy snow fell, and sometimes the sky was clear.
Su Chen laughed heartily, "Brother Song, rest assured, once I've destroyed the Great Wu and captured you alive, we'll naturally have a chance to catch up!"
Song Wuque's expression was solemn; he knew how formidable the man before him was.
A great battle swept across both sides of the strait.
Nearly twenty Spirit Soul Realm experts clashed.
The Great Wu Dynasty's Spirit Soul Realm experts fought fearlessly, determined to kill Su Chen.
Only by killing Su Chen would the scales of victory tip in the Great Wu Dynasty's favor.
Facing his enemies, Su Chen laughed loudly, "Well done! Let me stretch my muscles!"
The might of hundreds of thousands of troops converged on Su Chen, and his cultivation level soared, quickly reaching the seventh level of the Spirit Soul Realm.
Facing the combined attack of Spirit Soul Realm experts from the Great Wu Dynasty, Su Chen instantly killed two weaker Spirit Soul Realm experts with a single punch and palm strike.
Song Wuque, witnessing this, felt a bitter pang in his heart.
"He... he's simply too monstrous!"
Song Wuque knew... the Spirit Soul Realm warriors of the Great Wu Dynasty were fearless in the face of death, creating an opportunity for him.
An opportunity to kill Su Chen in one fell swoop.
Watching his former mentors die before his eyes, gazing at that godlike, demonic figure.
Song Wuque silently urged himself:
Stay calm.
A crescent-shaped longbow appeared in his hand.
He drew back the bowstring.
A delicate blood arrow, imbued with martial arts blood energy, slowly emerged.
The arrow was released, and the sky seemed to collapse!