In the miniature world of the Tang Dynasty, three years had passed since Xia Chuan last performed a miracle. During this time, the Kingdom of Tang had emerged from a great crisis, thanks to the divine rice they had received. The mighty grains had not only saved the kingdom from famine, droughts, earthquakes, and locust plagues but also strengthened the nation beyond measure.
The once fragile Tang State had transformed into an unshakable force. Prosperity reigned as the country's strength swelled, and the people lived in peace and security. The people of Tang flourished in what was known as a golden age, a time of unmatched glory for their kingdom.
One of the greatest achievements was the immense power granted by the divine rice. Many warriors who once had limited abilities were now imbued with formidable strength. In just three years, countless bronze, silver, and even golden warriors had emerged, greatly enhancing the military strength of Tang. It was said that Tang's army had grown more than several times its previous size.
This surge in power had led Tang to conquer the territory once ruled by Chen State and seize dozens, even hundreds, of cities. The population of Tang surged to over one billion, marking an unprecedented period of expansion and dominance.
For Governor Li Xiao, this was a time of satisfaction. He watched as his people thrived, and the kingdom became stronger with each passing day. However, all of this was about to face a formidable test.
"Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Thunder has mobilized thousands of troops. They have already attacked dozens of our cities, and our capital, Chang'an, may soon be in danger," a minister reported, his face drawn with worry.
The minister's words echoed through the room like the toll of a bell. No one had expected that, despite Tang's continuous growth and prosperity, it would face an invasion from such a powerful enemy.
The Kingdom of Thunder, a fierce rival, far outstripped Tang in terms of strength. Even the once-mighty Chen State was no match for them. The comparison between the two nations was like that of a giant and an ant.
"The Kingdom of Thunder is a well-established powerhouse, controlling a population of over ten billion. They can casually summon tens of millions of elite soldiers," another important minister said, his voice heavy with concern.
Tang, with its population of just one billion, was outclassed. Thunder State could easily gather forces multiple times greater. It was clear: Thunder had the capacity to crush Tang underfoot.
"More terrifying than their sheer numbers is their Lord. The ruler of Thunder controls a world artifact—Thor's Hammer," another minister interjected, his voice grave. "With this weapon, he can command the thunder itself. One strike from Thor's Hammer could summon thousands of bolts of lightning, annihilating millions in a single blow."
The room fell silent as the full weight of the threat sank in. Thunder's ruler, known as the Thunder God, was a being of unparalleled power, his reign marked by the destruction of over fifty countries. With the strength of his world item, Thor's Hammer, he had swept through all those who dared to oppose him.
The Thunder Kingdom's conquest had swollen its population to unprecedented numbers, and with each victory, its power grew.
"Not only that, but there are also ten extraordinary warriors in the Kingdom of Thunder," another minister added, a look of horror on his face.
"Extraordinary warriors?!" The words sent a ripple of shock through the room. Everyone's eyes widened. These warriors were legends, beings beyond the highest rank of diamond warriors. They could defeat hundreds of diamond warriors with a single strike. Any one of them could crush entire armies without breaking a sweat.
"Extraordinary warriors are no longer mortal," another official explained. "They are beings of legend, far beyond even the mightiest of our warriors."
For the Kingdom of Tang, which could not even boast a single extraordinary warrior, the idea of facing ten of them was unimaginable.
"We can't let Tang be destroyed," the ministers said, their faces filled with dread. "How can we stop this? How do we survive such a mighty enemy?"
Panic began to rise, and the room was thick with fear.
"Silence! Don't speak of defeat!" shouted a general, his voice commanding. "We are the Kingdom of the Gods. The Thunder Kingdom is nothing in comparison to us! If they dare to march on our land, we will ensure they never return!"
A fierce aura enveloped the general as he spoke, unyielding in his confidence.
The room shifted as hope returned to the ministers. "Indeed, the Kingdom of Tang is protected by the Primordial Gods. The Thunder Kingdom cannot stand against us."
"Thor's Hammer? It pales before the might of the Primordial Gods!"
"Extraordinary warriors? They are but children compared to the gods who stand behind us."
"If the Lord of the Gods so wills, the Thunder Kingdom will be wiped from existence with a mere gesture."
A sense of pride swelled within the officials. They knew their kingdom was protected by beings far beyond mortal comprehension. The Primordial Gods watched over Tang, and no enemy, no matter how powerful, could ever topple them.
With renewed vigor, they prepared for the storm that was to come. They believed that, no matter the strength of the Thunder Kingdom, the power of the Primordial Gods would crush it without effort.
But deep within, a question lingered: Would that be enough to repel the storm of Thunder's might?