Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

The Falling Sun Empire, Imperial Palace.

A golden ball of light passed through the night sky and plunged into Tianyuan's residence like a meteor.

"Is this... the Emperor's oral order?"

Tianyuan sat up with great effort and reached out to hold the golden ball of light. The Emperor's voice immediately rang in his ears.

After a moment, the golden ball of light gradually became transparent, and the light it emitted became dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared.

The content of this oral order was very simple, which was to ask Tianyuan to send some smart people to the southern part of the empire to learn the experience of managing cities from the Chosen Ones.

Tianyuan thought for a while and decided on a number of candidates in his mind.

He got off the bed with some difficulty, stepped out with trembling legs, and left the residence.

His condition was already very bad, and it seemed that he might fall to the ground at any time and never get up again.

But he still insisted on completing the task assigned by the Emperor.

When Tianyuan trembled and passed by the majestic gate of the Emperor's Palace, he suddenly frowned and turned to look inside the palace.

He noticed that there was a person sitting on the throne that belonged to the Emperor in the Imperial Palace.

"How dare you!"

Tianyuan shouted, seemingly full of vigor, but his voice was still a little weak.

He used his magic power and walked into the Imperial Palace in two or three steps, shouting: "Who are you? How dare you sit on the throne? Come! Come!"

Tianyuan knew that he was in a state that he could not fight, so he immediately called out to the guards in the Imperial Palace.

"Don't shout, the guards nearby have been transferred away by me, and no one will come." An old voice came into Tianyuan's ears from the throne, "Hehe, if I remember correctly, your name is Tianyuan, right? You are the mentor of Di Xin."

Tianyuan's face froze when he heard this.

Only the Emperors of all generations would call themselves "I".

And the person on the throne dared to call Di Xin that kid...

Who is he?

The old voice sounded in Tianyuan's ears again: "Why are you so badly injured? It seems that you are not far from death. Where is Di Xin? That kid broke through level 46, can't he save you?"

Tianyuan tried hard to think about who the owner of this voice was in his mind.

Seriously injured, his brain reacted much slower, like a ball of paste.

But in the end, he still remembered.

Di Wusheng! The owner of this voice is Di Wusheng!

The emperor of the Falling Sun Empire is basically replaced every 200 to 500 years. The current emperor-Di Xin is the 299th emperor, and his incarnation Di Qi is the 300th emperor.

And the old man on the throne now is the 294th emperor-Di Wusheng.

Di Wusheng has protected the Di family for more than a thousand years.

After Di Wusheng, none of the 295th to 298th emperors broke through level 45.

If it weren't for Emperor Wusheng's shocking the world, the throne of the Emperor of the Falling Sun Empire would have changed hands long ago.

However, human lifespan is limited, and even Emperor Wusheng, a level 45 strongman, has to face birth, aging, illness and death.

He began to fake his death more than 600 years ago to prolong his life. Only when the Emperor's family was in trouble occasionally would he crawl out of the coffin to clean up the mess for his unworthy descendants.

It was not until the gifted Emperor Xin was born that Emperor Wusheng entrusted the Emperor's family to him with confidence, and completely closed his death gate to seek the illusory breakthrough opportunity.

The last time Emperor Wusheng appeared in front of the world was the year when Emperor Xin broke through level 30.

After so many years, the world had long thought that Emperor Wusheng had died in the coffin, but he didn't expect that he was still alive, and he was still strong and full of energy!

Could it be that he...

"Greetings to Emperor Wusheng!" Tianyuan endured the pain in his body, knelt on the ground, and saluted Emperor Wusheng.

Di Wusheng waved his hand casually and asked again: "Where is Di Xin?"

Tianyuan replied: "The Emperor said...he had something important to do, and he left the Imperial Palace two days ago."

"Important? Humph, what could be more important than unifying the world?" Di Wusheng snorted coldly, "As the first person to break through level 46, he didn't take this opportunity to destroy the other two countries, and didn't kill the Chosen One. He actually ran to the Nine Heavens to play?"

"You really got kicked in the head by a donkey. How come all the descendants of my Di Wusheng are such idiots."

"By the way, he also killed the prince with his own hands! If this gets out, where will the face of my Di family be?"

Tianyuan responded softly: "This matter will not be spread."

"It's better not to." Di Wusheng said coldly, "Just now, I saw Di Xin pass on an oral order to you. What did he say?"

"The Emperor said..." Tianyuan hesitated for a moment, but still repeated the original words without daring to hide them.

"What, learn from the Chosen One? I learned nothing from you."

The hot-tempered Emperor Wusheng jumped up from the throne and cursed: "I learned this sentence from the Chosen One! What good is this? Learn, learn, learn, a bunch of foreign barbarians, you want me to learn from them?"

Tianyuan was about to speak and point out the things that the Chosen One should learn and draw lessons from, but he suddenly spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He covered his mouth and coughed painfully. The injuries on his body did not allow him to get too excited.

"Hmph."

Seeing this, Emperor Wusheng sent a ray of magic power through the air, wandering in Tianyuan's body to repair his injuries.

But soon, Emperor Wusheng found something wrong: "Where is your life-long magic weapon?"

Tianyuan smiled bitterly and said: "It was broken when fighting with the two Chosen Ones."

"Then you are hopeless." Emperor Wusheng sentenced Tianyuan to death.

Tianyuan's current situation is not that he is seriously injured, but that his life span is almost over. His organs, including his soul, are severely damaged and have aged.

When his life span comes to an end, Emperor Wusheng has no way to save him. He could only survive by faking his death.

"You just said that the group of Chosen Ones are in the southern part of the empire and occupy our Nanjiang City?" Emperor Wusheng's tone calmed down, "Are the two Chosen Ones who injured you also here?"

Tianyuan thought for a while and replied, "One of them should be here."

Emperor Wusheng sat back on the throne: "In that case, I will go there in person and learn from these Chosen Ones."

"That stinky boy Di Xin is indecisive and soft-hearted. He actually allowed foreign barbarians to occupy our territory."

"He is not worthy of being the emperor."

Emperor Wusheng waved his sleeves, and a breeze dragged Tianyuan's body and sent him back to his residence.

Then, Tian Yuan heard the old voice of Emperor Wusheng again:

"You don't have much time left, so don't go around."

"Come here, arrange 200 diligent palace maids to serve Emperor Tian Yuan well."

"Also, send another team of envoys to set off to Southern Xinjiang from now on!"