Chapter 1

Wang Chong knew this was his final destiny in this world!

"The barbarians have their rulers, but not as the Chinese do," this was a sentence from the Lunyu. Wang Chong had never thought that in this distant universe and space-time, the "Chinese" would actually "perish"!

And he was the last witness to this scene!

The sky was burning, the earth was trembling, and the vast sea of corpses formed mountains and rivers of blood. Wang Chong could even see the thick aura of death rising from the ground, the corpses of countless Chinese people lying prostrate!

From all directions, countless foreign cavalry, vast as the sea, were slowly surrounding them.

No one knew where these foreign cavalry came from, nor why they kept destroying this world. They only knew that ten years ago, these foreign cavalry, filled with a strong aura of death, appeared out of nowhere. In just a few years, they had destroyed all the empires!

And with the appearance of these foreign cavalry, the space was in turmoil, the earth collapsed and was destroyed, and thousands of lives turned into dry bones!

And now, Wang Chong led the last military force in this world!

In the center of this "ocean," Wang Chong led the last great army of the Central Plains, like a floating weed, waiting for their final fate.

After so many years of trials, Wang Chong thought his heart had been tempered enough. But when this fateful moment arrived, his heart still trembled uncontrollably.

Sadness, pain, and despair surged in his heart, but not for himself, but for his brothers and the final fate of this land, which was connected to his blood!

"General, please forgive me for going ahead of you!"

"Coming to this point is not your fault! General, you have done your best!"

"There's no need to be sad! The brothers have long been prepared for this. We haven't disgraced the Tang Dynasty! This life, being able to be with the general, is worth it!"

"General, let's meet again in the next life!"

"Barbarian bastards, come on! Let's fight one more battle! Hahaha..."

...

As familiar figures rushed past him, laughing heartily, they plunged into the vast sea of foreign cavalry like moths into a flame.

"Farewell, my dearest brothers. I will soon join you!"

Watching those figures disappear like night-blooming cereus, Wang Chong's eyes finally overflowed with tears, his tiger eyes streaming with tears.

Wang Chong was not the soul of this world. In fact, if there were no accidents, he should still be enjoying the sun and rain in another space-time, finishing his university life and living a peaceful life.

However, thirty years ago, a mysterious meteor suddenly appeared, bringing him to a world somewhat similar to the Tang Dynasty of Chinese history but entirely different, making him a fifteen-year-old son of a military family.

When he first arrived, he was rebellious and bewildered, feeling out of place with everything here, thinking it had nothing to do with him.

But a great calamity swept across the land, and those he loved and those who loved him died one by one. Only then did Wang Chong suddenly realize and develop a fighting spirit!

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

In this world, Wang Chong experienced much. Over a decade of hardship made him lose the best opportunity for cultivation. It was only by chance that his military command skills, accumulated from playing strategy games in his previous life, caught the attention of several senior figures in the empire.

They infused their essence into him, making him the last Grand Marshal of the empire in the great calamity, bearing the last hope of the Central Plains.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. He had missed too much. Despite his best efforts, he still failed!

Wang Chong slowly closed his eyes, his heart filled with sorrow.

He was not afraid of death, but he could not die yet. He was still waiting. There was someone who, if not killed, would not let him rest even in death!

He was the root cause of all this! If it weren't for him, the empire would never have become so weak!

Wang Chong hated!

Only blood could wash away the endless hatred in his heart!

But the other party was too cunning, never showing himself easily, and never giving Wang Chong a chance. But this time, when he appeared as bait in this valley, Wang Chong knew he would not be able to resist showing himself.

He had been hiding for over thirty years, but this time, at the moment of complete victory, he would not hide again!

"Wang Chong, give up. I have already spoken to the king. As long as you surrender, he will spare your life!"

Suddenly, a voice came from afar.

Behind the vast foreign cavalry, a fat, trembling figure cautiously revealed half his head. His eyes were full of triumph, yet also fear and apprehension.

He was not a coward, but who knew why that guy was so powerful. Although he had few troops, he could always kill ten or even dozens of enemies.

Although he had only been in charge of the Central Plains' troops for a few years, the number of foreign warriors he had killed was more than the total of the previous few decades!

If it weren't for his fear of this guy, he wouldn't have hidden for so long.

"Traitor!"

Wang Chong looked at the figure, his eyes burning with hatred. If it weren't for someone guiding them and colluding with them, how could these foreign cavalry have caused such destruction and conquered so much territory in such a short time!

And all this was due to him!

"Hehe, Wang Chong, you truly live up to your reputation as the god of military strategy in the Central Plains! A second-generation idler of the Wang family becoming the Grand Marshal of the empire is truly unbelievable! If those old men had chosen you thirty years ago and made you their successor, or if the Wang family hadn't fallen, the Central Plains might have had a chance! But unfortunately, it's too late!"

The figure said triumphantly:

"Wang Chong, let me give you a piece of advice. You are a talented person! The king has said that if you surrender, he will spare your life and transform you into one of them! What do you think? Think about it carefully?"

But Wang Chong paid no attention.

"Kang Zhaluoshan!"

Wang Chong called out his real name, his eyes blazing with hatred. After so long, he finally waited for this moment. This despicable man finally couldn't resist showing himself:

"Let's die together for the Tang Dynasty!"

The earth rumbled, and a powerful aura burst from Wang Chong's body, like a brilliant sun in the sky, blinding everyone.

"Retreat, retreat!"

...

A strong wind blew, and when the foreign cavalry saw Wang Chong, they burst into panic, retreating like a tide.

"Protect the divine envoy!"

Some foreign strongmen reacted and gathered around Kang Zhaluoshan, emitting powerful auras and black flames, but it was too late.

A blinding light, powerful enough to change the world, fell from the sky like a meteor, instantly enveloping hundreds of foreign strongmen and the figure among them.

"You!"

A sharp, short, and piercing scream echoed, the fat face twisting in terror, quickly turning to ashes.

He never thought that even at the end, Wang Chong would still use all his strength to attack him!

Resentment, struggle, but nothing could withstand that invincible spear!

"Finally, I succeeded!"

At this moment, Wang Chong felt an indescribable sense of relief!

Father, mother, and all the people of the Central Plains, you can rest in peace!...

Death approached, and Wang Chong's lips curled into a smile, looking calmly at the countless spears piercing towards him.

With a loud boom, Wang Chong finally detonated his dantian, taking thousands of foreign cavalry with him into oblivion...

It's said that the moment of death feels incredibly long, and it turned out to be true!

Wang Chong smiled bitterly, his heart calm.

After so many years, he could finally be free. But deep down, there was a deep pain. In a flash, Wang Chong suddenly thought of his grandfather, Uncle San, his parents, his older brother, his second brother, and his cousin...

If only he hadn't been so rebellious back then!

If only he had woken up in time, stood up, and used his military talent to protect this family and this land!

Now it was too late!

All the people he loved and who loved him were gone!

All those he once deeply loved and who deeply loved him were gone.

If life could be relived, he would never do it again. But it was already too late!

From now on, the Central Plains would become a hunting ground for the foreign cavalry. A thousand years later, no one would know that there was once a nation called the Chinese, a land called the Tang Dynasty?

Wang Chong felt regret, frustration, and unwillingness.

"It shouldn't be like this! ——"

Tears of regret streamed down Wang Chong's face. If life could be relived, to make up for those regrets, he would be willing to pay everything, everything!

Boom!

As this thought flashed through his mind, thunder rolled in the depths of the sky. In the last moment of his life, in the darkness, Wang Chong suddenly saw a vibrant meteor.

This... wasn't the meteor that brought him to this world?

[Host awakened, activating destiny energy! ——]

A mechanical voice, devoid of emotion, echoed in Wang Chong's ear.

"Destiny's child! He is destiny's child! Stop him! ——"

In the darkness, countless foreign cavalry suddenly cried out in terror, these beings who knew nothing of death showing deep fear and reverence for the first time!

But Wang Chong didn't know any of this. His vision went dark, and he fell into oblivion!

...

"Why do you call me a穿越者?"

It seemed like a moment, or perhaps countless long centuries, when Wang Chong was suddenly awakened by a curious voice. The voice was distant yet close, clear and crisp like a silver bell, with a sense of innocence and naivety.

Like a stone falling into a lake, Wang Chong's consciousness rippled.

Who? Whose voice?

Isn't it said that when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out? Why can I still hear a voice? Could it be... an illusion?

"Hmph!"

As Wang Chong pondered, a displeased snort came from his ear. Before he could react, he felt something poke him hard.

It was a finger!

Wang Chong immediately realized.

No! If I'm dead, where does this body come from?

Could it be that I'm not dead yet!

Buzz, this thought flashed through his mind, and a wave of emotion surged in Wang Chong's heart. He struggled to open his eyes. Soon, a bright light flooded in.

As the light filled his vision, everything became clear. Not far from him, Wang Chong saw a little girl of about ten years old pouting, looking at him with dissatisfaction.

"Calling you for not paying attention to me!"

The little girl poked Wang Chong again with her delicate finger.

"Little Sister?!"

Wang Chong looked at her in disbelief. The little girl had crescent-shaped eyebrows, bright eyes, and fair skin with a rosy hue, wearing a silver-red leather skirt, looking like a porcelain doll.

But the two pigtails on her head, like firecrackers, revealed her mischievous nature. Who else could this be but his youngest sister?

But didn't Little Sister already...

Wang Chong stared blankly, his mind unable to process it.

Wasn't I already dead? He clearly remembered that in the last moment, to assassinate Kang Zhaluoshan, he had rushed into the vast foreign cavalry. How could he see Little Sister here now?

And Little Sister is so young, this is clearly her ten-year-old self. I'm only five years older than her. If she is ten, then I must be...

Wang Chong raised his arm and soon saw a pair of thin, white, and tender arms, completely different from his memory.

For a moment, Wang Chong was speechless. Could it be... I've been reborn?

Wang Chong felt a mix of joy, anxiety, and uncertainty.

"Little Sister, pinch me."

Wang Chong suddenly said.

As soon as he spoke, he saw a soft, white hand reach out, surrounded by a faint white ripple.

This faint ripple was solid and unyielding, giving a sense of immense power.

"Nine-stage Essence!"

Wang Chong's heart tightened. This faint white ripple was the mark of a Nine-stage Essence expert. How could he forget that Little Sister had been gifted from a young age, a "super-strong" person.

Asking her to pinch him was like asking for trouble!

"Little Sister, don't—"

Wang Chong's face changed, trying to stop her, but it was too late. With a crisp sound, Wang Chong felt his radius bone snap.

"Ouch, Little Sister, let go!"

Hearing Wang Chong's cry, the little girl looked embarrassed, sticking out her tongue and reluctantly pulling back her finger.

"Big Brother, don't blame me. You asked me to do it."

The little girl stuck out her tongue again, showing no sign of apology.

Wang Chong smiled bitterly. Indeed, she was the same Little Sister he remembered, with her extraordinary talent and immense strength, capable of uprooting mountains and crushing everything in her path, far beyond what ordinary people could endure.

But, rubbing his sore wrist, Wang Chong felt immense joy. The pain, the sensation, the ability to see... all this meant it wasn't an illusion.

I'm really alive!

"Could it be that the heavens heard my plea?"

At this moment, Wang Chong felt a mix of emotions, deeply moved.

"Third Brother, I'm not saying this to criticize you. In the future, stay away from that scoundrel Ma Zhou. He's not a good person, making Third Brother get punished by Father and accused of forcibly taking a woman. Does my Third Brother need to do such a thing? That scoundrel! If I ever see him again, I'll give him a good beating, every time."

Opposite him, the little girl suddenly frowned, looking angry, her small hands making a cracking sound, clearly harboring deep resentment.

"Little Sister..."

Hearing Little Sister's sincere words, Wang Chong felt a lump in his throat, hugging his sister Wang Yao'er, deeply moved.

This was his Little Sister, who had always cared for him. Unfortunately, he had been too rebellious back then, unable to appreciate it until it was too late.

In this life, since heaven has given him another chance, he would never let Little Sister go through those things again.

"Little Sister, thank you. But it's not necessary. I'll deal with that scoundrel Ma Zhou myself."

Wang Chong said softly.

Wang Yao'er was stunned, lifting her head from Wang Chong's embrace, her big eyes reflecting his, filled with surprise. Her Third Brother seemed different today.

He usually acted carelessly, associating with a group of bad friends, and didn't seem like someone who would say such things.

"By the way, Third Brother, you haven't told me yet. What is a '穿越者'? What does it mean? I've never heard of it."

Wang Yao'er remembered something, her round eyes fixed on Wang Chong, filled with big question marks. After all, the most important thing she wanted to know was still unanswered.

Wang Chong was quite dissatisfied with this.

"This—"

Even with his thick skin, Wang Chong couldn't help but touch his nose, looking embarrassed.

The term "穿越者" (穿越者) was something he first used when he first came to this world from another universe. At that time, he was full of resentment, unaccustomed to everything, and felt like a fleeting visitor in this world, like a fleeting illusion.

Just then, he saw his little sister, with her pigtails and fierce demeanor, running to him, calling him "Third Brother." In a moment of childishness, he teased her, making her call him "穿越者."

But his joke was taken seriously by Little Sister, who repeatedly asked him what a "穿越者" was. Reflecting on it, this must have been the time.

Thinking about this, Wang Chong felt extremely embarrassed.

"This '穿越者' means 'handsome guy.'"

"Handsome guy?" Little Sister's eyes widened, even more confused.

"It means a handsome young man!"

Wang Chong laughed heartily.

"Big Brother, you're lying to