Xianyang.
Ying Zheng, clad in a black dragon robe, looked down upon the mortal realm.
Classics piled high as mountains were devoured by raging flames. Firelight soared into the heavens, and thick smoke billowed.
Qin Army armored soldiers gripped sharp blades, keeping strict watch over every corner.
No one was permitted to hide away any classics!
Fangshi and Confucian scholars trembled like leaves, their faces ashen with despair.
"Chan Sect remnants, using the name of fangshi to bring chaos upon the imperial court, using the mouths of Confucian scholars to slander Qin institutions.
You seek to throw the order of the mortal realm into disarray. Today, I shall have you turned to ashes, to serve as a warning to others!"
As his words fell, Ying Zheng raised a hand. Dragon Qi surged, and the Qin Army armored soldiers carried out his command.
All the fangshi and Confucian scholars were buried alive.
The classics of mortal civilization turned to ash amid the flames, becoming sacrifices for Ying Zheng to consolidate the Imperial Dynasty Dao Lineage and purge the Chan Sect's Dao lineage.
Outside the Chaos, the Six Saints cast their gazes upon the mortal realm, taking in all of this.
The Saints wore different expressions, yet none spoke to stop it.
Each had their own considerations.
Lu Yuan both approved of Ying Zheng's decisive slaughter and harbored a trace of difficult-to-conceal concern.
He knew that while this action by Ying Zheng could completely eliminate Primordial Heavenly Venerate's hidden pawns in the mortal realm and cut off the foundation for his resurgence—
—it was also far too extreme. Burning the classics damaged mortal civilization.
Slaughtering Confucian scholars and fangshi would inevitably harm innocents. What he feared even more was that Ying Zheng might lose his original heart beneath the weight of too