Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

At this time in India, even though winter has arrived, it is difficult to find the bone-chilling cold.

The warm sunlight still pours down, and the whole world is filled with a warm atmosphere.

Such a climate was a godsend for the battle-hardened Tang army.

Soldiers no longer need to be bound by heavy winter clothes, their hands and feet can stretch more flexibly, and they no longer need to struggle to conserve their strength in the bitter cold, so they have more energy.

The morale was like a raging fire, burning fiercely, which undoubtedly greatly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the Tang army and made them more deterrent in this land.

After a fierce battle with the delegation, Alonashun eventually lost his life.

After his death, Central India, which was originally ruled by him, instantly lost its backbone and fell into chaos.

The vast territory of Central India, with its fertile fields, prosperous towns and strategically important passes, instantly became fat meat in the eyes of the surrounding forces.

The four kings of East India, South India, West India and North India could not wait to divide Central India one after another.

They quickly dispatched troops and divided spheres of influence, and a silent battle for territory quietly unfolded. However, in just a few days, the territory of Central India was redivided and fell into the hands of these four people.

However, this seemingly fruitful division did not bring much joy to the four kings. On the contrary, their hearts were filled with deep worries.

After all, Alona Shun had attacked the Tang Dynasty delegation before.

The Tang Dynasty was a superpower standing in the East, with a great reputation. Its national strength was strong and its army was elite, making it an existence that no country in India dared to provoke easily.

Now Alona Shun is so bold as to provoke the Tang Dynasty, which is undoubtedly stirring up a hornet's nest.

They all knew that with the temper of the Tang Emperor, he would never let this matter go easily.

In this magical land of Tianzhu, the situation is already complicated.

In addition to these four powerful kings, there were also numerous smaller kingdoms scattered across the land. These small kingdoms were scattered in every corner, some hidden among towering mountains, and some nestled beside vast rivers and lakes.

The driving force behind this situation of numerous political regimes was India's strict caste system.

People of high castes are high and mighty, controlling a great deal of wealth and power, while people of low castes are oppressed at the bottom of society and find it difficult to rise up.

This huge class difference has led to numerous conflicts between different classes, making it difficult to form a unified and powerful regime. Many small countries have emerged in such an environment.

At this moment, kings from all over India received invitations and gathered in Central India. The meeting place was chosen in the palace of King Harsha of Central India. The walls of the palace were carved with exquisite murals.

However, at this moment, the people in the hall had no intention of appreciating these things, and their faces were covered with a layer of gloom.

There was a long stone table in the hall, and the kings sat around it, each of them secretly wondering in their hearts how to deal with the anger of the Tang Dynasty next.

King Shijumo of Eastern India was extremely anxious at the moment. He paced back and forth in the hall, wiping his forehead from time to time.

Recalling the time when Alonashun found him and told him his plan, as if possessed by a magician, he actually agreed to lend an army to Alonashun.

But who could have imagined that Alona Shun was so incompetent that not only did he fail to successfully kill the Tang Dynasty envoys, but he also lost his own life.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He secretly groaned in his heart, "This is the end. If the Tang Dynasty holds me accountable, I will definitely be the first one to be punished."

Thinking of this, he subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at the King of Chalukya, Balavadana of South India, who was sitting beside him.

As the king of South India, Balavadana had a very deep understanding of the strength of the Tang Dynasty since the moment he came to power.

He knew very well that the Tang Dynasty was far superior to other Indian countries in politics, economy, military and other aspects, and was a behemoth that could not be underestimated.

Therefore, as soon as he ascended the throne, he could not wait to send envoys, carrying the most precious treasures of South India, to travel a long distance to the Tang Dynasty to pay tribute in order to express his friendship.

In his palace, there is still a treasured imperial edict of praise from the Khan of Heaven for his tribute.

This imperial edict was placed in an exquisite sandalwood box. On weekdays, he would take it out from time to time, look at it carefully, and feel proud in his heart.

At this moment, he sat there with anxiety in his eyes.

He really couldn't understand what kind of courage Alona Shun had to attack the Tang Dynasty delegation.

Over the years, the Indian countries and the Tang Dynasty have maintained good exchanges. The two sides have shared their resources, carried out trade, and cultural exchanges have become increasingly frequent, and they have lived in peace with each other.

He cursed inwardly, "No wonder this Arahant is of low caste, as stupid and ignorant as a pig. It's a pity that King Silajitta of Central India died in such a strange way, otherwise how could such a villain take advantage of him?"

"It is precisely because he is of humble origin and ignorant that he dares to do such a foolish thing."

"This is great! The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty will surely be furious. What should we do?"

He kept thinking in his mind what kind of tribute he should prepare to appease the anger of the Tang Dynasty.

However, the King of Western India, Malava, showed extreme impatience with this meeting.

He leaned back in his seat, twisting his body constantly, his eyes wandering, and yawning from time to time.

In his heart, he never felt that he and other areas of India were a whole.

Although Western India was nominally a country, it was actually very loose internally.

He was lazy by nature and had no interest in the tedious government affairs. He only pursued pleasure, pursued beautiful women and enjoyed delicious food.

Under his rule, many small countries emerged in Western India, the largest of which was the Malwa Kingdom ruled by himself.

In his opinion, today's gathering was a complete waste of time. He curled his lips and muttered to himself, "If the Tang Dynasty wants to launch a campaign, it will be against those who participated in the attack on the diplomatic mission. What does that have to do with my Western Tianzhu?"

"I found a few more beautiful women today, and I'm waiting to go back and enjoy them. I don't have the time to listen to their nonsense here."

Thinking of those beauties, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Dharma Indra of Northern India also seemed to be staying out of the matter.

He was a devout Buddhist. Every morning, he would get up early, recite scriptures and meditate devoutly, sometimes for several hours.

It seemed that his life could not accommodate anything else except Buddhist scriptures and practice.

He didn't care about worldly political disputes, especially the problems of the Tang Dynasty.

At this moment, he was sitting at the conference table with his eyes closed, turning the Buddhist beads in his hands and muttering to himself. Everything around him had nothing to do with him. His soul had long been immersed in the world of Buddha.

When Shi Jiumo saw the attitudes of the other three people, he felt disappointed.

He knew clearly that among the four people, except himself, the others had more or less connection with the Tang Dynasty.

Balavadana had tribute exchanges with the Tang Dynasty and even received imperial edicts of praise.

Although Malwa was indifferent to the Tang Dynasty, Western India also had diplomatic exchanges with the Tang Dynasty.

Bodhidharma Indra was devoted to Buddhism and did not care about anything.

But because he lent troops to Alona Shun, he was the first to bear the brunt.

If he faced the wrath of the Tang Dynasty alone, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg, and he would have no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind to get these three people on the same boat no matter what.

"Everyone," Shi Jiumo took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, "I think everyone gathered here today, and everyone has their own thoughts in mind."

"Alonashun disobeyed the Tang Dynasty and attacked the Tang Dynasty envoys. This is no small matter."

"But I don't think you all seem too worried."

He paused, his eyes scanning everyone in turn. "Don't tell me you think that since Alona Shun is dead, the Tang Dynasty won't pursue the matter any further? Right?"

Hearing Shi Jiumo's words, the other three actually agreed with him. They thought, Alona Shun, the culprit, was already dead, and the Tang Dynasty would at best hold him accountable, so how big a commotion could they cause?

They all felt that Shi Jiumo was making a big deal out of today's gathering.