Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"who am I?"

His consciousness was blurred, and his soul issued a fatal torture.

He seemed to be sinking into a bottomless void.

Here, there is no space, no time, and no so-called living beings.

Everything seems to be in chaos, like the most primitive state when the universe was born!

"Searching!"

"Holy!"

"kill!"

A series of chaotic sounds rippled through the chaos.

boom! ! !

An explosion echoed through the void.

A point of light suddenly appeared in the chaos, and then disappeared. It was just a flash, but it made his sinking soul move.

The undulating mist is the shape of his soul in this chaos.

He waited a long time.

1 years? 2 years?Or tens of millions of years?

He can't remember.

There seems to be no so-called time here, everything is still and everything is in motion.

His soul was wandering in this chaos, wandering unconsciously.

Until there was a flash of light, he found that Chaos was split in half.

He was also split in half.

Heaven and earth were born.

He found.

The soul that was split into half generated a holy golden light, blooming and wrapping around the top of the sky.

The other half generated a rich gray death energy. After condensing for an unknown period of time, it finally sank into the depths of the ground.

At this time, the concepts of time and space entered his vague consciousness.

A call like the sound of a Tao sounded within the soul.

"Return—return—Wuchao!"

His soul trembled, and the world in his mind seemed to be an illusory existence.

He gradually gained sight and could see things.

In front of his eyes was a piece of black fog that was constantly collapsing, and everything seemed so unreal.

"Return—return—Wuchao!"

The sound sounded again, and he followed the source of the sound and shuttled back and forth desperately.

Golden light descended from the sky, and death energy rose from the ground.

The two were combined to form a physical body.

"I...am Wuchao?"

he muttered to himself.

"Climb up—climb up—the Crow's Nest!"

The familiar voice sounded again, but the content had changed slightly.

He looked up and saw the exit of the abyss.

He began to climb.

But for some reason, whenever the death energy surges, the world will be shrouded in darkness.

So he could only wait.

Waiting for the golden light to flash alternately, he could peek into the light and continue climbing up without losing his way.

Days like this have been repeated for a long time, and the familiar voice has been accompanying him, giving him the motivation to continue his current behavior.

Climb, climb up.

Finally, he reached the top and saw the exit of the abyss up close.

It was a door full of muddy colors.

Why a door?What is a door?

He didn't know, it was just a word that suddenly came to his mind.

door?

He didn't think much, his instinct guided him, and he stepped forward towards the exit of the abyss, walking out of this lonely and boring world.

……

He woke up and found himself lying in a nest of firewood. Many complicated memories seemed to flood into his consciousness. He stood up and saw a mountain with the words: Mount Buddha on it.

"It's a good place to sleep."

He muttered to himself, struggled to wrap up the firewood nest, and walked slowly towards the mountain.

……

He opened his eyes and there was a cane in his hand.

He was not surprised and looked as usual.

He didn't know when he started to get used to this unclear and chaotic consciousness.

Where will you wake up next time?

He smiled.

Suddenly, a fishy smell hit my nostrils, like the moldy smell of a pile of firewood after being exposed to the rain.

He frowned subconsciously and began to observe the surrounding situation.

This was a farmhouse, and he couldn't understand how he ended up in a place like this.

“Hangchi—Hangchi.”

There was a strange cry in the distance.

He looked around and saw a pig covered in mud, swaying its buttocks, using all four hooves, and swaying left and right towards him.

"Good Samaritan, please give me some food. I haven't eaten in hundreds of years and I'm going to starve to death."

The pig can speak human words, but he is not surprised. He seems to have already accepted this unusual thing.

He touched the pockets of his worn clothes.

Empty.

"Sorry, I don't have any food with me either." He said apologetically.

"It's ok."

The pig shook its butt and turned to leave, but when its little eyes glanced back and forth involuntarily, it seemed to have discovered something. It suddenly stopped, arched the pig's nose, and said:

"What's inside your chest?"

"Me? In the chest?"

He touched his chest with a confused expression, but found nothing except a lot of dust.

"There's nothing. I'm not hiding anything. I'll definitely give it to you if you have it."

The pig looked at his confident look and suddenly grinned.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at you and you can't even lie!"

"I didn't lie! Where did I lie?"

He stamped his feet angrily and began to move his hands up and down his clothes, groping wildly, trying to prove that he really didn't hide any food.

The pig laughed louder.

His expression froze, he gritted his teeth, threw away the cane, took off his clothes, and stood naked.

"See for yourself whether there is anything hidden inside!"

"Of course there's nothing hidden here, because it's not even there, you liar!"

"What did you say?!"

"Hehe, I said..." The pig man stood up, pointed at his chest with a pair of soil-covered pig hooves, and grinned:

"You clearly have food hidden in your chest, and if you still don't admit it, you're just a liar!"

He was so angry that he couldn't say anything. He roared a few times on the spot, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

"I understand!"

He picked up the cane on the ground and stabbed it hard in the chest with the sharp end.

"Pfft."

The cane opened his mouth without any hindrance, and a bloody heart beat vigorously.

Severe pain hit him, his eyes turned red, and he gasped for air. After brewing for a long time, he suddenly inserted his hand into his chest, clutched his heart tightly, and pulled hard!

Blood flew out and a coquettish red light splashed everywhere.

"Take it!"

He handed over his still beating heart.

The pig raised his hooves, took it as a treasure, and held it carefully.

"Let me tell you, you lied." The pig muttered softly.

"Fart! I...I gave it to you, what else do you want...what else do you want?!"

As he spoke, his whole body went limp and he fell to the ground.

The pig turned a blind eye, holding the heart, showing its sharp fangs, and took a big bite of the delicious food.

The pig's face was covered with blood, and there was a touch of coquettish red on its nose, but the pig didn't notice it at all.

After a long time, the pig finished eating, and the heart had turned into fine pieces of meat in the pig's intestines and began to flow happily.

"Not bad, not bad. I haven't eaten so full in a long time."

The pig patted its bulging belly with satisfaction and burped.

"Well...how should we deal with this liar?"

The pig looked at him with a troubled expression.

"How to deal with it... Now my stomach is full again and I don't want to eat. It's so troublesome..."

The pig frowned humanely...