Imperial Sovereign Manifests, Disturbance in Zixiao Palace!

"What's the rush? If he dies, he dies!"

Gan Luo's tender face showed disdain.

"Anyway, he has so many sons. We'll pick one to support as the King of Qin then, and they'll be more obedient than this one!"

His heart was completely unmoved. As for what impact Ying Zheng's death would cause, or if the world would plunge into war again, what did it have to do with him?

Upon hearing this, Moon Goddess's eyes held disbelief.

Xiaomeng, with her Daoist frown, was about to make a move to save Ying Zheng.

She agreed with Moon Goddess's assessment; they both believed Ying Zheng was certain to die from Wei Zhuang's strike. If no action was taken, the world might truly descend into chaos.

"Can't you just be a good emperor? Must you believe these alchemists!"

Xiaomeng cursed inwardly and was about to fly up.

But at this moment, the entire Mount Tai began to tremble.

Everyone swayed, and Wei Zhuang's attack was interrupted by the sudden anomaly. Then, as if sensing something, he suddenly looked up.

He saw purple energy filling the sky for three thousand miles.

A golden light pierced through the dark clouds, casting a golden divine halo upon the Immortal Donghua Emperor!

"Clang!"

Dao Sound reverberated through the heavens. Cranes soared, celestial maidens danced in jade palaces, and divine generals stood in formation—a world-shattering phenomenon!

The originally tall divine statue also began to emit strands of immortal light. The previously rigid statue had now come to life.

As the statue's eyes gradually opened, a supreme aura emanated from it into the world.

Everyone felt as if this statue was the center of the world, and the sun, moon, and stars should revolve around it.

"How… how is this possible!"

Wei Zhuang and the others looked up, shouting in terror.

Could this truly be something alchemists could achieve? Even if it were real, then this alchemist must have already become an Immortal!

Bathed in the immortal light, everyone became reverent.

Ying Zheng remained kneeling before the divine statue, his expression filled with reverence.

But as the statue revived, a golden National Fortune True Dragon roared out from within him. He stood atop the True Dragon's head, beside the divine statue, looking down at the minuscule crowd.

An Immortal! This was definitely an Immortal.

Such a phenomenon was not only visible on Mount Tai but covered the entire realm.

Countless people who had not come to Mount Tai to witness the ceremony now looked up at the sky in shock.

"Pay homage to Donghua Emperor!"

On Mount Tai, everyone knelt in unison, kowtowing piously towards the divine statue.

"Hahahaha, I told you, the Heavenly Emperor is supreme and truly exists!"

"Do you believe it now!"

Ying Zheng, bathed in golden light and standing atop the True Dragon, looked incredibly majestic.

"Imperial Venerable be well, Your Majesty, long live!"

The common people cried out excitedly towards the sky.

"I was wrong, I was terribly wrong!"

Wei Liaozi trembled as he looked up, kowtowing with immense reverence.

The others from the various schools of thought who had come fell silent, their understanding of the world undergoing a seismic shift.

Jing Ke, Xue Nu, and the others dropped their weapons, their faces bloodless as they looked up.

They had actually dared to plot against Ying Zheng in front of an Immortal?! How utterly laughable.

Little Sage Village.

The bamboo forest rustled, and a gentle breeze blew, causing the bamboo leaves to rustle with a pleasant sound.

Xunzi sat before a stone table, ignoring the scattered chess pieces in front of him. He stared fixedly at the horizon, and upon seeing the phenomenon, he was so shocked that he pulled out several strands of his beard.

"There really are Immortals in this world?"

"Have we, the Ru School, truly been mistaken?"

Even Xunzi, for whom nothing disturbed his heart, became lost and his state of mind collapsed!

The old lands of the Chu State!

Xiang Yan stared blankly at the celestial phenomenon in the sky, ignoring his beloved grandson's crying beside him.

"Though Chu has but three households, it is Chu that must destroy Qin!"

"Though Chu has but three households, it is Chu that must destroy Qin!"

"Though Chu has but three households, it is Chu that must destroy Qin...!"

His expression was vacant as he muttered to himself.

Xiang Yu, seeing his grandfather's state, forgot his own tears and quickly stood up, shouting anxiously.

"Grandfather, what's wrong! Yu is scared!"

Xiang Yu stood timidly to the side, tugging at Xiang Yan's robe.

But Xiang Yan had already fallen into a trance and paid no attention.

"No, Qin State is so brutal, how many innocent people did they kill to unify the world? Why would an immortal descend upon Qin State, why?!"

"The heavens are unjust!"

Xiang Yan roared up at the sky, a line of blood tears silently flowing from his eyes.

Mount Tai.

Ying Zheng stood atop the True Dragon, watching the disbelieving and shocked expressions of the crowd before him, feeling immensely proud.

No matter what they thought, today's events would spread throughout the world at the fastest speed.

At that time, he, Ying Zheng, would be an even more legitimate Son of Heaven than the Zhou Dynasty.

With the might of the armies that had conquered the Six States, and the prestige of being favored by an immortal, he would surely win the hearts of the world.

Those remnants of the Six States would never be able to stir up any trouble again!

Especially as he felt the National Fortune True Dragon beneath his feet growing stronger, his mood improved greatly.

"Such a happy occasion, how can I not share it with others!"

Ying Zheng laughed, and with a thought, he directly activated the video call function of the Chat Group.

Zixiao Palace!

Hongjun Saint's sermon was a tremendous opportunity for anyone.

It could even be said that a single sermon could save them millions of years of cultivation time.

Not to mention that Hongjun was currently lecturing on the Path of the Quasi-Saint.

It directly cleared the path of cultivation ahead of them.

The Three Pure Ones and others were completely engrossed.

They had just become Quasi-Saints and were at a loss about the path forward.

This was like spring water in the desert, refreshing their entire beings.

East King Duke sat cross-legged, also greedily absorbing knowledge.

But his body seemed to be undergoing some change, startling him from his enlightenment.

East King Duke frowned and looked inward. Finding no issues, he directly suppressed the anomaly and continued to immerse himself in listening to the Dao.

Although he had a cheat, it wasn't invincible.

If his own comprehension wasn't enough, even if the Chat Group could continuously provide him with power, he wouldn't be able to directly become a Quasi-Saint.

Moreover, as someone who had transmigrated from later generations.

Despite absorbing all of East King Duke's memories, his comprehension of the Dao principles was still somewhat inferior to others.

He naturally had to work harder.

On the Cloud Platform.

Hongjun sat on the cloud platform, heavenly incense filling the air!

Heavenly colors descended, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth. Above him, the Jade Plate of Creation emanated boundless divine light.

But at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and locked onto East King Duke below, many scenes flashing through his eyes.

Then, his previously calm and unperturbed eyes showed a strange expression.

But soon, he returned to his emotionless Heavenly Dao demeanor, his voice continuing to speak the Dao Sound.

Only the Jade Plate of Creation spun ceaselessly above his head, emitting the Great Dao, as if deducing something, but upon closer inspection, it was shrouded in mist!