Chapter 319: Qin Shi Huang

The moment the question was raised, the people around looked over.

Holy shit, does that even need guessing?

One guards the downstream, the other naturally sits entrenched at the upstream.

Even without having gone to the upstream of the River of Time, people could already imagine an Imperial Pass that suppresses the ages, towering across spacetime.

Though Hangu Pass was far from them, its grandeur could not be concealed.

Looking from afar.

Too magnificent.

The巨头 of other realms like the Void Demon Realm and the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm used divine abilities and still could not see its end; waves surged all around, pounding the walls of the mighty pass without cease—one wave was an entire epoch, bearing an indescribable might, yet still unable to shake the pass.

That grandeur and magnificence were too absurd, beyond anyone's imagination, beyond any words to describe.

Suppressing here, standing for ten thousand ages without falling, filling all the river basin ahead, pressing down upon the future.

At this moment.

Boom—

The River of Time boiled, and the entire stretch of the river before Hangu Pass exploded apart.

Heaven and earth changed color; the starry sky plunged into darkness.

Startled, people and even the beings of every realm instinctively shrank their necks, eyes filled with dread.

At Hangu Pass, the ancient city trembled.

"That is the Primordial Battlefield!" someone said, pupils contracting sharply.

Through those absurdly grand gates of the ancient pass, people saw that downstream of the River of Time outside Hangu Pass lay a stretch of dryness—the river was barren and desolate, forming a dead stretch of time where heaven and earth were dim and epochs had perished.

That stretch of time was very long, encompassing countless tens of thousands of years of temporal span.

A dried-up river, destroyed epochs, all life extinguished.

And at this moment.

In this dried stretch of the River of Time spanning who knew how many tens of thousands of years, gods and demons by the countless myriad were locked in slaughter; battle cries shook ancient and modern, divine power and demonic energy surging to flood this dead stretch of the river.

Heaven-shaking震撼!!

At this moment, the world finally understood why the Primordial Battlefield was so vast, so boundless it was nearly impossible to see its end.

It turned out the Primordial Battlefield was simply a dried stretch of the River of Time spanning who knew how many tens of thousands of years.

The Primordial Battlefield was never a single heaven and earth at all!

It was a heaven and earth of time itself, encompassing the myriad heavens and worlds from at least ten thousand years before to ten thousand years after.

The combined heavens and earth of the myriad realms were already boundless and incomparably vast; the Primordial Battlefield took all those combined heavens and earth, and folded together every heaven and earth across at least ten thousand years of time.

Terrifying to humans, gods, demons, buddhas, and demons alike.

Let alone the people of Earth—even the great beings of other realms along with their ancient foundations felt their hearts tremble.

To beat a stretch of time into barrenness, into a battlefield.

What exactly happened in the future? Why did past and future fight to such a state—fighting until they were willing to wipe out an entire stretch of time just to press the battle into the past?

On the Primordial Battlefield, countless gods and demons slaughtered, killing until they forgot themselves, killing until they went mad.

One could not tell which side was the past and which the future; they tangled together, slaughtering in swathes.

Among them, people saw Lei Shen, Luxi, Anubis the God of Death…

Just as they were preparing to look more closely at the situation and course of the battle on the Primordial Battlefield—

Boom!

The entire great current trembled, as if some heaven-defining great demon were about to emerge; black qi corroded, and this stretch of the River of Time plunged sharply into darkness.

Many felt an inexplicable unease in their hearts.

The Primordial Battlefield boiled over; gods and demons alike were terrified, faces horrified as they looked toward the even more distant downstream of the River of Time.

It seemed that as this stretch of the river on the Primordial Battlefield darkened, some great horror was about to occur.

Downstream in time, fog billowed, impossible to spy out what the situation was; the mist shrouded the workings of heaven, uncountable, unseen—the state of the downstream of the River of Time could not be discerned, nor what the future looked like.

The next moment.

From within that downstream fog, a hand reached out—ancient and vast across past and present, bearing an aura of transcendence and boundlessness.

Boundlessly terrifying, it instantly covered this stretch of the river.

That might was too fearsome, as if this stretch of the River of Time that contained everything were about to explode; the hand was too vast, too immense, instantly covering the Primordial Battlefield, covering everything, as if to shroud the entire stretch of time within itself.

All living beings of Earth, the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm, the Erosion Underworld, the Void Demon Realm, and so on felt as if they had been seized in that hand.

Within the palm, all things were withering, everything was perishing.

This was a Dao—a Dao of pure destruction.

Boom!!!

The great hand spanned across time; the many gods and demons of the Primordial Battlefield merely brushed past it, and their bodies burst apart, souls annihilated.

It pressed forward unstoppably, heading toward Hangu Pass.

It meant to break open this ancient Imperial Pass that had stood for who knew how many years, and enter the upstream of time.

Hangu Pass was trembling—not from fear of the great hand's horror, but because it sensed the crisis and erupted with a heaven-shaking aura.

At this moment.

The indescribably magnificent Hangu Pass blazed with极致 brilliance; myriad heavenly sounds swirled—gods and demons chanting, ancient ancestors singing praise, immortals and buddhas reciting sutras—interweaving into a hymn of all the heavens.

Interweaving into patterns like billions of Daos.

The Dao patterns blazed incandescent, dazzling the River of Time, illuminating the Dahe in golden splendor; the hymn was grand, expanding the three thousand Daos, as if to spread through all spacetime and all dimensions.

After endless ages, Hangu Pass once again erupted with the might that had once shaken past and future.

In a daze.

People saw an ancient and towering Emperor.

He was no god, yet greater than the gods, more majestic than the immortals, more domineering than the demons. Upon his head sat an imperial crown, his body clad in a black dragon robe, embodying what it meant to be the Son of Heaven, the one revered above and below the heavens alike.

The 'Emperor' stood at Hangu Pass, dragons and phoenixes cried out in unison, all spirits paid him homage, ten thousand Daos swirled around him, as if even the Great Dao itself dared not raise its head before him, lowering itself to submit.

People saw.

Behind the 'Emperor' was his era, his years — the world enjoyed favorable weather, peace and prosperity reigned, and the immortals, gods, demons, and Buddhas of all the heavens had to come and pay court.

That era…

Mountains stretched vast and boundless, towering majestic peaks rose everywhere, immortal trees grew, divine vines coiled, an ancient aura of desolation hung heavy, as if they had grown for a million years. Great medicines were everywhere — thousand-year herbs and ten-thousand-year ginsengs were hardly rare.

The巨头 from another world nearly screamed, his eyes reddened, his breath unsteady, barely stopping himself from pouncing in.

'Am I dreaming? These are all rare and supreme great medicines, hard to come by even in ten thousand years. In their world, forget so many — just one single plant would stir up a storm of blood, gods and demons fighting over it to the death.'

People saw stretch after stretch of ancient, wild towns. Though the land was vast and the people sparse, they were just as brilliant. Gods and demons were hardly rare — even the elders of a single village were gods and demons, and even wailing infants possessed the power to smash extraordinary beings to death.

There were also all manner of inconceivable mechanical contrivances and devices, tended by many people in plain, ancient clothing.

On their clothing were only two ancient characters — Tiangong!

The Tiangong Mohists!

There were also the Agriculturalists, the Miscellaneous School, the Medical School, the Merchants, and so on — too brilliant, too glorious, beyond imagination.

This is… the Pre-Qin!!!!!!!!

Countless people on Earth trembled, especially the people of Hua Nation, brimming with excitement, some so moved their eyes welled with hot tears.

The era in which that 'Emperor' existed was the Pre-Qin age.

It was the first great unified dynasty in Hua Nation's history — the era of the Qin Dynasty.

Since this era is the Pre-Qin, then this 'Emperor' must be…

"Qin Shi Huang!"

Many people could not restrain their emotions and roared it out.

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