Chapter 235: The Origin of the Jiang Dynasty

Su Zhenzhen refused and decided to rest for a while, relying on her hatred.

After resting, I felt completely weak and couldn't even keep my eyelids open.

Hensheng carried the sleeping girl in his arms into the general's tent.

The marching conditions were harsh, so they had to make do with what they had on hand and build a wooden plank bed. Even though they laid out all the extra bedding on it, it was still a bit stiff.

Hensheng hadn't forgotten that Su Zhenzhen had preferred to meditate all night rather than sleep on a makeshift bed.

Thinking of this, the immortal lowered his proud head and gently placed a kiss on the forehead of his god.

Hensheng undoubtedly likes Su Zhenzhen and also has high hopes for this unborn child.

While the northern and central borders of the Jiang Dynasty were shrouded in smoke and the flames of war, the area near the royal mausoleums to the east of the capital was eerily quiet, as if forgotten by the world.

Jiang Sijin wandered aimlessly through the imperial tomb.

There are too many, far too many.

She didn't know which emperor she should look for, as many of the emperors buried here had been her fathers.

Finally, Jiang Sijin stumbled and staggered to the front of Emperor Chang's tomb.

"Father!" The woman knelt at the entrance of the tomb, her expression filled with grief.

"Father, why? Tell me why this is happening?"

If Su Zhenzhen saw Jiang Sijin like this, she would be very surprised.

Jiang Sijin has always prided herself on being a princess of the Jiang Dynasty, and has always been arrogant and haughty. When did she become so sad and desperate, just like a child abandoned by her parents?

Jiang Sijin burst into tears, which blurred her vision. This blurriness isolated her from the world, and she couldn't even hear the sound of the wind around her.

Jiang Sijin cried unrestrainedly, wishing she could cry out all the tears from several lifetimes.

Newborn babies don't have tears. Every time Jiang Sijin was born, she was sunk to the bottom of the lake in the Imperial Garden. No matter how much hatred she felt, she couldn't cry out.

Tears can sometimes be a good way to release emotions.

Jiang Sijin cried until her tears ran dry before finally managing to speak through sobs.

"Father, your daughter is no less capable than your son! Why can't you give your daughter ten years to prove herself? I only need ten years, just ten years! Why did every father kill me the moment I was born? And why did they all die in the exact same way! It wasn't my choice to be born into the imperial family in the first place!"

Jiang Sijin sat in front of the tomb, pressing her forehead against the door of the burial chamber.

"Father, I thought you loved me. It was only because of the contract that you couldn't defy fate and allowed me to die. Even as I died, you called out to me with deep affection, asking me to be reborn as your daughter. But why? Why was all of this a lie?"

Jiang Sijin had previously used Hensheng's essence blood to cultivate, and now she possesses half of the imperial dragon aura.

When she was completely unable to open the wooden box, she took a drop of her heart's blood and dripped it onto the box.

At that time, Jiang Sijin was still hypnotizing herself, saying that it was her blood that was used, and that opening the wooden box did not mean that she had acknowledged Hensheng as her master.

But when the blood dripped onto the box, the wooden box opened with a snap, revealing not the box itself, but a small, earth-colored bead.

Jiang Sijin held the bead, and many strange yet familiar images flashed through her mind.

Before the Jiang clan ancestors made a pact with the gods, they used evil magic to control other tribes in order to gain control over the entire human race.

The Jiang clan rose to power through witchcraft, and the women of the clan were considered elixirs that could accelerate cultivation.

To satisfy her ambition, Jiang threw all the women in her clan into the witchcraft altar, using them as raw materials for witchcraft.

The altar was a large priestly platform with a mass grave underneath. The pit contained all sorts of poisons, and the fear, resentment, and anger of women thrown into it provided the best nourishment for witchcraft.

Jiang Sijin vaguely saw her sisters struggling to climb out of the mass grave, only to be pushed back down by their fathers and brothers just as they were about to climb out.

They said that daughters are useless, and that it is the highest honor to dedicate oneself to one's father and brothers.

But if men enter the mass grave, they can generate resentment and increase the witchcraft power of the altar. So why not use men to fill the mass grave at the altar?

Countless women of the Jiang clan cried out desperately, roaring at the heavens, fighting for their own fate.

However, the Jiang clan members, blinded by greed, were not afraid of the wrath of Heaven and said that their family affairs did not need outsiders to interfere.

The Jiang clan gained absolute dominion over the human race, and other clans bowed down to them. At the same time, there were no more Jiang clan daughters.

Perhaps Jiang Shi forgot that although they looked down on women, which man in the clan was not born to Jiang Shi's daughters?

Anyone who dares to belittle the mother of all people will pay the price of having no descendants.

For hundreds of years, the Jiang clan never heard a newborn cry again, not even through intermarriage with other tribes.

As the clansmen grew old one by one, the clan's power dwindled.

Jiang finally realized her fear and prayed to Heaven, asking it to grant them the ability to reproduce and procreate.

It was at this moment that the mysterious high priest appeared.

They made a pact with the Jiang clan, exchanging the Jiang clan's rule over the human race for the continuation of their direct lineage and single heir.

However, the male members of the Jiang family remained incorrigible! Knowing that they would only have one heir in this life, they drowned all the newborn female infants in the lake to make way for the "prince" they had never seen.

The Jiang Dynasty was a complete joke!

They built a shamanic altar using the flesh and blood of their sisters, thinking that this would allow them to control the people.

But who in this world is born a slave?

More and more tribes disobeyed the orders of the Jiang clan, and eventually, barbarian tribes emerged.

But they weren't barbarians at all. They simply didn't want to be driven around by the Jiang clan like pigs and dogs anymore, so they led their people into the desolate land.

Jiang gained power by sacrificing her daughters and prolonged the dynasty by drowning princesses.

However, the will of Heaven is clear; how could it tolerate such a disgusting race ruling over humanity for so long?

Heaven once again unleashed its thunderous wrath, unleashing divine punishment upon this land.

Natural disasters continued, people suffered greatly, and even the Jiang clan was affected.

But at this time, the Jiang family no longer had the magical power to quell the natural disasters.

Because Jiang had not seen her daughter born for a long time!

As the witchcraft power gradually weakened, many people broke free from Jiang Chao's control.

The emperor of the Jiang Dynasty, however, remained intoxicated by his own fabricated dream of universal submission.

Some sit on high platforms, while others are like dust.

If Jiang Shi could abandon even her own daughter, who was her blood relative, how could she care whether ordinary people with whom she had no blood relation lived or died?

Without the power of witchcraft to suppress them, many people rose up in rebellion, their swords aimed directly at Jiang Chao's throat.

Jiang Chao finally realized that humans were no longer ants under their feet, to be killed at will.

Even at this point, Jiang remained stubborn and incorrigible.

The emperors of the Jiang Dynasty began searching for a noblewoman destined for greatness, hoping that a benevolent ruler of all ages could reverse the decline of the Jiang Dynasty.