Everyone present lowered their heads in thought, reflecting on the absurd and preposterous deeds of Ying Zheng, the founding Sacred Emperor of the Blood Qin Empire.
Like a hidden dragon rising from the wilderness, amid the wars among the myriad nations of the Eastern Continent, he had amassed an army of ten million in merely three years, with countless strategists and fierce generals beneath his command. A few years later, he swept across the realm, laying the foundations of the Blood Qin Empire in only thirty years and shocking the entire world.
After ascending the throne, he took advantage of the religious war that erupted between the Heavenly Temple, the Church of the Western Continent, and the Odin Temple. He mobilized the elite forces of the entire nation to besiege the Heavenly Temple, attacking without pause day and night for three years. Countless elite disciples of the Heavenly Temple were killed or wounded, and even three Dharma Protector Venerables were forcibly ground to death by Ying Zheng's military formations.
Using an army of mortals to slaughter demigods—even demigods who had only just entered that realm—this feat once again stunned the world.
After three years under siege, the Heavenly Temple had been beaten into utter misery. The severely wounded elders had no choice but to open their sacred ground and beg the Supreme Patriarchs—who had been injured in the ancient holy war and, like the gods, had fallen into slumber while barely sustaining their lives—to emerge from seclusion. Only then did they finally force Ying Zheng to withdraw his troops and sign a covenant of mutual non-aggression, with imperial authority and divine authority standing side by side.
Ying Zheng then recuperated for thirty years before launching eighteen successive northern expeditions. He beat the ancestors of the Snowfield Federation's snowfield beastmen until