By the time Lu Chuan entered the city, it was already evening.
Neither early nor late, he was among the last group of people to enter the city.
Xianyang's prosperity surpassed Lu Chuan's expectations. Carriages came and went along the streets, and as night fell, the city and its avenues very quickly became bright with lantern light.
It was hard to imagine that this was the mortal world only ten years after the end of war.
Lu Chuan walked along the main street at an unhurried pace. He had not been to the mortal world for many years, and the different flow of time between heaven and earth made the changes in the mortal realm, in his eyes, fit the phrase "new with each passing day and month" perfectly.
What made Lu Chuan sigh with emotion was that some song-and-dance houses had already appeared inside Xianyang City, places for ministers, scholars, and nobles to enter and seek pleasure.
"It really is different now."
Lu Chuan sighed. With the appearance and impetus of him and the sages, the progress of human civilization had been extremely rapid. In every aspect, from national strength to the people's livelihood, the current Great Qin was at least a thousand years ahead.
The great hall of the imperial palace was brightly lit.
Everywhere was solemn and austere.
Ying Zheng, dressed in a black dragon robe, was seated behind a desk. Below the dais stood Meng Tian in heavy armor, and before the great hall stood a swordsman in white.
"Establishing an Immortal Court..."
The white-robed swordsman frowned and said, "Must it be done this way?"
"It must be done this way."
Ying Zheng lifted his head slightly, his deep gaze looking toward the sky. His voice was firm and unwavering as he said, "The human race