In just a few years, the Qin State's armies swept across the Nine Provinces, united the mountains and rivers under heaven, and established a new dynasty of the Human Race, named Great Qin!
As the ruler of Great Qin, Ying Zheng gathered the strength of the entire Human Race to forge the Twelve Golden Figures, anchoring Great Qin's fortune.
Each of the Twelve Golden Figures possessed cultivation at the peak of Great Encompassing Golden Immortal. In the days of the Primordial World, they would hardly have amounted to much, but in this age when the Saints had withdrawn into seclusion, these twelve figures formed a terrifying, invincible fighting force that struck awe into the beings of the myriad races!
Moreover, as the Human Race's internal strife subsided, its fortune rapidly recovered, reaching an entirely new peak within a mere thousand years.
The Primordial Myriad Races competed to pay homage, and the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands pledged their allegiance. Wherever the Human Race went, even ancient races whose lineages stretched back to the dawn of World-Opening had to retreat three leagues, not daring to contend with them!
For a time, with Supreme Saint Kong Qiu presiding over civil affairs and First Emperor Ying Zheng commanding military might, the Human Race's grand momentum and flourishing fortune surpassed Great Zhou's a hundredfold!
Gazing at the Human Race's dense fortune illuminating the heavens, many beings of the myriad races burned with envy. Yet Immortal Elder Antarctic's fate stood as a warning. Even a peak Quasi-Saint like him had fallen; how could they dare reach for the Human Race's fortune?
Unlike the beings of the myriad races, however, the Two Western Saints on Mount Sumeru showed an unprecedented fervor in their eyes.
"Senior Brother, must we really do this? I'm afraid..."
Daoist Zhunti looked