Chapter 2033

Su Xiao: "Eh... you're underestimating Emperor Qin. He's now a Hunyuan powerhouse—why would he harm the Six States?"

Ying Zheng: "Indeed, on the contrary, I intend to let all Six States enjoy the benefits brought by cultivation."

Feixue: "Aren't the Six States already unified?"

Ying Zheng: "There's no conflict."

Feixue: "That's true."

【Ding, Feixue has unlocked permissions.】

【Ding, Ying Zheng has started a live stream.】

【Ding, Su Xiao has entered the live stream.】

【Ding, Yang has entered the live stream.】

【Ding...】

Hero World.

Ying Zheng stood in empty space, manipulating time, reversing the flow of years.

In an instant, all who had died within the past hundred years came back to life.

All beings looked toward the sky.

"Seven-eight-seven." At this moment, no matter where one stood, Ying Zheng's figure could be seen.

"I am Ying Zheng. I have now attained the Hunyuan Dao. Moved by the suffering of the people of the Seven States, I bestow grace—reviving all who died within the past hundred years. Cherish this gift."

"From today onward, the Seven States are united. Any objections?"

The entire world fell silent; no one dared to oppose.

In this era, tales of gods and immortals were not widely believed.

But the man standing in empty space, who could manipulate life and death, was clearly immeasurably powerful.

Anyone not foolish would never dare to stand up.

Xianyang.

Ying Zheng gazed at the sky, his expression dazed.

That man in the sky was Ying Zheng—then who am I?

Damn it, I've become a fake!

The rulers of the other states looked toward the sky, their will to resist utterly gone.

Such a being existed in an entirely different realm from mortals.

What did earthly power, armies, matter to such a being?

The heavens and earth fell silent for several breaths; all who had died within the past hundred years knelt down, followed by the people of the Seven States.

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction, gazing toward Xianyang.

That mighty emperor, tall and imposing, radiated an extraordinary aura.

At this moment, he looked utterly bewildered.

Ying Zheng saw him and saw his own youthful self.

Ambition, boundless heroism.

"All the events of yesterday lie before me now—yet looking back, they were but a grand dream."

To a Hunyuan Sage, nation, realm, and generational vows meant nothing.

The Dao has no limit.

His future was destined to pursue the Heavenly Dao, to seek higher realms.

With a thought, he appeared within Xianyanggong.

"You are excellent. From now on, guard this world for me."

Ying Zheng sighed; with a thought, the Ying Zheng of this world's mind was filled with countless statecraft strategies and methods for cultivation and immortality.

These statecraft strategies were distilled from the past several thousand years of history and the governance methods of countless worlds.

Ying Zheng was startled, about to speak—when the figure before him vanished.

"Your Majesty, was that deity you?"

Suddenly, a minister asked cautiously.

Ying Zheng snapped back to himself and shook his head: "You could say yes, you could say no. He is the Ying Zheng of another world. But from this moment on, he is also the ruler of our world. All of you—mobilize the armies, secure every corner of the realm. Also, issue an edict: from today, the Qin Empire shall promote the path of cultivation. Henceforth, every Qin subject may cultivate, fly through the skies, vanish into the earth, and attain immortality."

"Yes!"

At the same time.

Feixue stared, trembling with excitement, at her father, who had returned from death.

Zhao Zhen, too, looked utterly incredulous.

He had clearly died at the hands of Qin soldiers—why had he been revived?

Even after the Ying Zheng in the sky had explained, he remained confused—until his daughter spoke, and only then did he fully grasp the truth.

"Infinite worlds?"

"Immortality?"

"So... we won't have to fight anymore?"

The Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods had endured centuries of chaos.

Even as a warrior, his heart was weary.

Killing, being killed—it seemed endless.

If a deity had truly appeared to end this era of turmoil, it was indeed a good thing.

Feixue nodded gently: "Yes, Father. From now on, the world will know peace. And everyone may cultivate—immortality is no longer a fantasy."

Zhao Zhen was stunned.

The surprises came one after another, leaving him overwhelmed.

Chat group.

Su Xiao: "Brother Zheng, you finished so fast? Are you still live-streaming?"

Xiao Mai: "It's only been a short while—boring."

Ying Zheng: "It's just an ordinary world. What more do you expect?"

Bao Longxing: "Is this what a deity looks like? Watching a live stream really is more shocking than a video. By the way, Your Majesty of Great Ming, when will you arrive?"

Zhu Youjian: "Can't you wait even a little?"

Bao Longxing: "I can't help it. Now that I know what history holds, I don't want to wait another moment. I want to deal with the old witch as soon as possible, so ordinary people can live in peace."

Zhu Youjian: "Your heart is commendable. I'm coming right away."

Bao Longxing was waiting when a man appeared beside him, dressed precisely in the attire of a Great Ming emperor.

"Your Majesty!"

Bao Longxing straightened his expression and prepared to bow.

Zhu Youjian hurried forward and said, "We're all group members. No need for such formalities."

Bao Youwei and Bao Budong watched Bao Longxing's actions with great confusion.

Could this Bao family descendant have lost his mind?

Bowing to a man in Ming dynasty clothes as emperor—was he trying to trigger a nine-clan purge?

Thinking of this, everyone broke out in cold sweat.

Just as they pondered, the emperor waved his hand, and one by one, soldiers in gleaming armor appeared, soaring into the sky and flying off in all directions.

"A god?"

Everyone rubbed their eyes, nearly convinced they were dreaming.

Bao Longxing waved them over, then began to explain.

The emperor of Great Ming?

Everyone listened, utterly stunned.

The Qing dynasty has ruled for centuries—how can you say the Great Ming emperor still lives?

Yet, remembering those flying soldiers, they found it perfectly reasonable…

Several days later, news arrived from all directions.

Great Ming had returned; the Qing had fallen; even nations across the world now submitted to Great Ming…

"Finally, I can breathe easy," Bao Longxing said upon hearing the news, relaxing. "Otherwise, constantly worrying about my bleak future made sleep impossible."

Dalaotian.