"Why are you in such a hurry? So what if he dies!"
Gan Luo's childish face was filled with disdain.
"He has so many sons anyway. When the time comes, we can choose one to support as the next King of Qin. He'll definitely be more obedient than this one!"
His heart remained utterly unmoved. As for what impact Ying Zheng's death would have—
If war once again spread across the land, what did that have to do with him?
Moon Goddess's eyes filled with disbelief when she heard this.
Xiaomeng of the Daoist School frowned and was just about to intervene and save Ying Zheng.
Like Moon Goddess, she believed Ying Zheng was doomed to die beneath Wei Zhuang's attack.
If no one intervened, the realm would likely descend into complete chaos.
"Can't you just be a good emperor? Why insist on believing those alchemists!"
Xiaomeng cursed inwardly before preparing to fly up.
But at that moment, the entire Mount Tai began to tremble.
Everyone swayed violently. Wei Zhuang's attack was interrupted by the sudden disturbance, and then he seemed to sense something. He abruptly looked up.
Three thousand miles of purple qi spread across the sky.
A beam of golden light pierced through the dark clouds, dyeing the Immortal figure of Emperor Donghua in a layer of golden divine radiance!
"Clang!"
Dao Sound filled the sky. Immortal cranes soared through the air, Fairies danced amid jade palaces and celestial towers, divine generals stood in formation, and a world-shaking phenomenon appeared!
The towering divine statue also began to emit waves of Immortal Light. Its formerly rigid features suddenly came alive.
As the statue's eyes slowly opened, an unparalleled aura radiated from him across the world.
Everyone felt as though this statue was the center of the world itself, with the Sun, Moon, Stars meant to revolve around him.
"How... how is this possible!"
Wei Zhuang and the others looked up in terror and cried out.
Could an alchemist truly accomplish this?
Even if this was real, then this alchemist had already become an Immortal!
Under the illumination of the Immortal Light, everyone fell into reverent silence.
Ying Zheng was still kneeling before the statue, his expression filled with utmost respect.
But as the statue awakened, a golden National Fortune True Dragon suddenly burst from his body and raised its head with a thunderous roar.
He stood atop the True Dragon's head, beside the statue, looking down at the tiny crowds below.
An Immortal!
This was absolutely an Immortal.
Such a phenomenon could be seen not only on Mount Tai—it covered the entire realm.
Countless people who had not come to Mount Tai to attend the ceremony also looked toward the sky in shock.
"Pay respects to Emperor Donghua!"
On Mount Tai, everyone knelt down in unison and kowtowed reverently toward the statue.
"Hahahaha! I told you all that the Heavenly Emperor was supreme and truly existed!"
"Do you believe it now?"
Ying Zheng's entire body shone with golden light as he stood atop the True Dragon's head, appearing incomparably majestic.
"May the Imperial Venerable remain in good health! Long live Your Majesty!"
The common people excitedly raised their voices to the sky.
"I was wrong. I was completely wrong!"
Wei Liaozi trembled as he looked up, then bowed with incomparable reverence.
The others who had come from the various schools of thought were also utterly silent, their understanding of the world undergoing a complete upheaval.
Jing Ke, Xue Nu, and the others dropped their weapons, their faces drained of color as they looked up.
They had actually presumed to eliminate Ying Zheng in front of an Immortal?!
How utterly laughable.
Little Sage Village.
The bamboo forest was lush and flourishing. A breeze passed through, and the bamboo leaves struck one another with a pleasant rustling sound.
Xunzi sat before a stone table, ignoring the scattered chessboard before him as he stared fixedly toward the horizon. After seeing the phenomenon, he was so shocked that he even tore out several strands of his beard.
"There really are Immortals in this world?"
"Could it be that our Confucian School truly took the wrong path?"
Even Xunzi, whose heart had never been disturbed by the myriad things, became lost at this moment. His state of mind collapsed!
Former territory of Chu State!
Xiang Yan stared blankly at the phenomenon in the sky, not even responding when his beloved grandson beside him began to cry.
"Though Chu has only three households, it will be Chu that destroys Qin!"
"Though Chu has only three households, it will be Chu that destroys Qin!"
"Though Chu has only three households, it will be Chu that destroys Qin...!"
His expression was vacant as he muttered to himself.
Seeing his grandfather like this, Xiang Yu forgot his tears and hurriedly stood up, calling out nervously.
"Grandfather, what's wrong? Yu'er is scared!"
Xiang Yu stood timidly at his side, tugging on Xiang Yan's robe as he spoke.
But Xiang Yan had already fallen into a trance and did not react in the slightest.
"No! Qin State is so brutal. How many innocent people have they killed to unify the realm? Why would an Immortal descend upon Qin State? Why?!"
"Heaven is unjust!"
Xiang Yan threw his head back and roared, a line of bloody tears silently flowing from his eyes.
Mount Tai.
Ying Zheng stood atop the True Dragon's head, looking at the disbelief and shock on everyone's faces. His heart was filled with triumph.
Regardless of what they thought, today's events would spread throughout the realm at the fastest possible speed.
By then, he, Ying Zheng, would be a more legitimate Son of Heaven than the Zhou Dynasty.
With the weapons and armies that had destroyed the Six States, as well as the prestige of receiving an Immortal's favor, he would certainly be able to win the realm's allegiance.
Those remnants of the Six States would never be able to stir up trouble again!
Especially after sensing the National Fortune True Dragon beneath his feet gradually growing stronger, his mood improved even further.
"How could I not share such a joyous occasion with everyone?"
Ying Zheng laughed, and with a thought, directly activated the Chat Group's video-link function.
Zixiao Palace!
Hongjun Saint's lecture was a tremendous opportunity for everyone, no matter who they were.
It could even be said that a single lecture alone would save them at least several million years of cultivation.
Not to mention that Hongjun was now lecturing on the Path of the Quasi-Saint.
He was directly clearing away the obstacles on their path of cultivation.
The Three Pure Ones and the others were even more deeply immersed.
They had only just become Quasi-Saints and were precisely at the stage when they felt lost about the road ahead.
This was no different from a spring in the desert, bringing comfort to their entire bodies.
East King Duke sat cross-legged, greedily absorbing knowledge as well.
But his body seemed to be undergoing some kind of change, jolting him awake from his comprehension.
East King Duke frowned and examined his body inwardly. After finding nothing wrong, he forcibly suppressed the strange sensation and continued immersing himself in the lecture.
Although he possessed a cheat, the cheat was not invincible.
If his own comprehension was insufficient, then even if the Chat Group continuously supplied him with power, it was impossible for him to become a Quasi-Saint directly.
Moreover, as someone who had transmigrated from a later age—
Although he had absorbed all of East King Duke's memories, his comprehension of the Dao was still somewhat inferior to everyone else's.
Naturally, he had to work even harder.
Above the Cloud Platform.
Hongjun sat upright on the Cloud Platform, and fragrance filled the myriad heavens!
Brilliant radiance descended from the heavens, Golden Lotuses Springing from the Earth. Above him, the Jade Plate of Creation radiated boundless divine light.
But at this moment, he abruptly opened his eyes and locked onto East King Duke below. Countless scenes flashed through his eyes.
Then, a strange expression appeared in his ancient, placid eyes.
But it soon returned to the emotionless appearance of the Heavenly Dao, while Dao Sound continued to flow from his mouth.
Only the Jade Plate of Creation kept spinning above his head. The Great Dao filled it, as though it were deducing something, yet upon closer inspection, it was shrouded in mist!
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