Chapter 146: The Fall of Daqing, the Fusion of Three Worlds

In the vast and boundless Daqing, all things were shrouded by the majesty of imperial power.

Emperor Qianlong, this monarch of a flourishing age, sat upright upon the dragon throne in the Zijincheng, his eyes revealing an unconcealable ambition and dominance.

Behind him were the many loyal Baqi, their eyes likewise filled with a longing for the glory of the empire.

On this day, the Emperor's gaze pierced through the layers of palace walls and cast itself toward an unknown World in the distance.

He not only wanted to incorporate that World into the territory of Daqing, but also to seize all its resources and strength, thereby bolstering the power of the Daqing Empire.

Emperor Qianlong not only wanted to destroy the Great Qin World opposite him, but also to have the Daqing Empire annex the Dayuan, letting the radiance of the Daqing Empire shine upon the Dayuan Empire.

In the heart of Emperor Qianlong, he had long since viewed himself as the greatest emperor of all time.

His civil and military achievements would be passed down by future generations forever.

Now, he saw an opportunity that came once in a thousand years, an opportunity that would allow him to realize his heart's desire and destroy the Dayuan Empire in one fell swoop.

He stood up, draped in his dragon robe, and walked step by step toward the massive map.

His finger slid lightly across the map, finally stopping at that distant World.

A sharp light flickered in his eyes, as if he had already seen that World under his control.

"Pass down the order," Emperor Qianlong's voice was firm and powerful, "I shall lead the Baqi to launch an expedition to that World. We will not only destroy it, but also seize every bit of its resources and strength. This is the glorious war of our Daqing Empire, and it is also the necessary path for me to become the greatest emperor of all time!"

Following the Emperor's command, the entire imperial palace began to seethe.

The Baqi made ready to set out, their eyes flashing with a longing for victory.

It was certain that that distant World would also, in the near future, feel the might and majesty of the Daqing Empire.

Emperor Qianlong, with grand ambitions in his heart, decided to lead his valiant and battle-hardened Baqi to construct a passage between the two worlds.

His gaze was like a torch, filled with longing and ambition for the unknown World; he wanted to leave the illustrious name of the Daqing Empire in that distant Great Qin World.

Compared to the heroism and decisiveness of Genghis Khan, Emperor Qianlong appeared even more arrogant and unrestrained.

He did not first go to scout for news of the world opposite; instead, he wanted to personally lead his great army to conquer that ancient and mysterious land.

He imagined himself leading the Baqi to sweep across Great Qin like an autumn wind blowing away fallen leaves, incorporating it into the territory of Daqing.

Emperor Qianlong did not hold the Great Qin World opposite in any regard at all, believing the opponent to be absolutely vulnerable.

This war was not merely a collision between two worlds, but a contest between two empires.

The Dayuan and the Daqing Empire had been competing in secret, attempting to seize the initiative in unknown realms.

Emperor Qianlong knew deeply that only by acting quickly could he stand in an invincible position in this competition.

Only by being one step faster could one divide the benefits of the new World as soon as possible.

This was Emperor Qianlong's thinking.

But even if Emperor Qianlong quickened his pace, he was ultimately one step too slow.

By the time he prepared to descend upon the Great Qin World, Ying Zheng had already led the Great Qin legions to thoroughly conquer the Great Qin World.

Emperor Qianlong's movements were too slow, or rather, the strength of the Great Qin Empire was too great, and the speed at which it destroyed the Dayuan Empire was too fast.

In short, the current Emperor Qianlong and the people of the Daqing Empire were, at this moment, completely ignorant of everything.

At this moment, the Great Qin army, under the leadership of Baiqi, had already quietly passed through the passage between the two worlds and entered the World of Daqing.

They had originally intended to wait for the hare to strike the tree stump, waiting in the Great Qin World to ambush the soldiers of Daqing, but Emperor Qianlong's movements were too slow, and furthermore, Ying Zheng had already destroyed the Dayuan Empire and directly given the news to Baiqi.

Therefore, the Great Qin legions, under the leadership of Baiqi, were the first to pass through the passage between the two worlds and descend upon the Great Qin World.

While Emperor Qianlong was painstakingly constructing the passage between the two worlds, Baiqi had already brought the Great Qin legions to lurk silently on the other side of the passage, waiting for the arrival of the Baqi.

Baiqi watched as Emperor Qianlong led the Baqi, slowly entering the encirclement one and all.

Finally, at the moment Emperor Qianlong constructed the passage between the two worlds, the Baqi were eager to try, unable to wait to enter this brand-new World to conquer and plunder.

Their faces were filled with excited smiles, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.

Emperor Qianlong stood at the entrance of the passage, looking at those soldiers about to set out on the expedition, and a satisfied smile also appeared on his face.

He brandished the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Go! Warriors of Daqing, go and conquer that World opposite, go and plunder every resource that can be plundered. Go and plant the banner of the empire in every corner, go and reflect the dignity of the empire upon the World opposite."

The soldiers of Daqing heard the Emperor's command, and their morale was instantly boosted; they shouted in unison: "Daqing will surely win! Daqing will surely win!"

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, as if even the barrier of Time and Space trembled because of it.

Under the leadership of Emperor Qianlong, the Daqing World had also destroyed several criminal worlds.

This filled the Daqing Empire from top to bottom with pride and confidence.

They did not believe that the Great Qin Empire would be their match.

However, just as Emperor Qianlong was in high spirits, preparing to lead his great army to descend upon the Great Qin World, a sudden change occurred.

Baiqi watched as those unsuspecting Baqi entered the encirclement, and a trace of resolution flashed in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he directly triggered the killing formation that had been prepared long ago.

Suddenly, a murderous aura surged between heaven and earth, and countless sword energies, blade lights, and arrows poured down like a rainstorm, instantly submerging those Baqi.

Before they could even react, they were already decapitated and fell into a pool of blood. The entire battlefield seemed to turn into a hell of carnage, and the stench of blood permeated the air, making it suffocating.

Emperor Qianlong watched this scene in shock, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

He had never imagined that the invasion plan he had meticulously plotted would end up in such a state.

He roared in anger, but everything was of no avail. The Great Qin legions had already occupied an absolute advantage, and they would continue to launch fierce attacks against the Daqing World.

And Baiqi stood at the highest point of the battlefield, coldly watching all of this.

There was no expression on his face, as if all of this were within his expectations.

Baiqi, that Wu'an Lord hailed as the "God of Killing," had a face as cold as frost, as if nothing in the world could stir a ripple in his heart.

To him, the million-strong army before his eyes was merely a drama about to reach its finale, and he was the manipulator behind the scenes.

His eyes were deep, as if they could swallow all life.

On this battlefield, the enemy soldiers were, to him, truly just a string of cold numbers, dust about to vanish in the long river of history.

The soldiers of Great Qin, like tigers released from their cages, swept over with a biting killing formation.

A fanatical light flickered in their eyes, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Under their leadership, the Great Qin Iron Cavalry surged like a flood, breaking through the Great Qing Empire's defensive lines and driving those panic-stricken soldiers into a desperate situation.

On the battlefield, blades flashed and swords gleamed, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens.

Yet Baiqi seemed to stand apart from it all; his gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, staring into the distance.

There were no ripples in his heart, no fear, only firmness and resolution.

As the soldiers of Great Qin charged, the million soldiers of Great Qing struggled in despair, but their resistance appeared so pale and powerless under the trampling of the Iron Cavalry.

Baiqi watched all of this coldly, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

In a short span of time, amidst a heaven-shaking boom, the million soldiers of Great Qing were thoroughly buried alive by the Great Qin Iron Cavalry.

Only a deathly silence remained on the battlefield, as if even the wind had stopped breathing.

Those once-vibrant lives were now nothing but ashes on the ground, drifting away with the wind.

To bury a million-strong army with a single hand—this is the God of Killing, Baiqi.

Emperor Qianlong's shocked gaze froze on the battlefield, his heart filled with disbelief.

Before he could recover from the fantasy of victory, in the blink of an eye, his pride-and-joy Baqi, that Manchu Iron Cavalry which had once traversed the world and been invincible, had all turned to ashes and dissipated in the wind.

Among them were his most trusted and elite imperial cavalry; they had once been the pride of the empire.

They were the legend in the mouths of the world's people: "If the Jurchen do not exceed ten thousand, then ten thousand are invincible."

It was precisely under the leadership of these soldiers that the Great Qing Empire had overthrown the Central Plains Dynasty and unified the entire world.

Yet at this moment, these heroic soldiers were like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, falling helplessly into pools of blood.

Emperor Qianlong gazed at the scene before him, the anger and unwillingness in his heart erupting like a volcano.

Even though these soldiers had already turned into zombies—zombies impervious to blades and spears—they still could not withstand the charge of the Great Qin Iron Cavalry.

What kind of enemy is this, exactly?

Who are they, after all?

Why are they so powerful?

The Great Qing Empire was a Celestial Empire, yet it had suffered such a fatal ambush without any preparation.

Emperor Qianlong, this monarch who prided himself on being the greatest Emperor of all time, felt unprecedented despair and powerlessness at this moment.

Even the Great Qing Empire's trump card, turning into zombies, had no effect at all.

What other way did the Great Qing Empire have to block the opposition?

Emperor Qianlong could not accept this fact, could not accept the crushing defeat of the Great Qing soldiers.

He glared angrily at Baiqi, those eyes that were once filled with majesty and confidence now filled with fury and confusion.

"Who are you?"

Emperor Qianlong suppressed the anger in his heart and asked aloud.

His voice echoed across the empty battlefield, but received no response.

Baiqi looked at Emperor Qianlong coldly, those deep eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

He spoke indifferently: "You may call me—Baiqi."

The voice was calm and firm, as if announcing the arrival of a god, a God of Killing.

Upon hearing the name "Baiqi," Emperor Qianlong's heart trembled violently.

He had naturally heard of the prestige of the God of Killing, Baiqi; he was a legendary figure from the Warring States period, a hero who had changed the entire course of the war with his own strength.

Now, this legendary God of Killing had actually appeared before him; no wonder he could bury a million-strong army without changing his expression.

An ominous premonition welled up in Emperor Qianlong's heart: could the world on the other side really be the Great Qin World?

That empire which had once unified the six states and shaken the world with its might?

But even if it were the Great Qin World, it shouldn't possess such powerful strength.

Emperor Qianlong did not believe himself inferior to Ying Zheng; he prided himself on being an enlightened ruler, while Ying Zheng was a tyrant.

However, at this moment, he had to face a cruel reality—his empire was collapsing, and he, this monarch who prided himself on being the greatest Emperor of all time, was powerless to save it.

Anger and unwillingness intertwined in Emperor Qianlong's heart; he shouted loudly: "The God of Killing, Baiqi? I want you to die!"

Then, he transformed into a purple zombie, wielding zombie power, and charged toward Baiqi.

His speed was extremely fast, his momentum like a rainbow, as if he would crush every enemy blocking his path.

Yet, Baiqi only looked at him indifferently, as if watching an insignificant ant.

Then, he lightly swung his blade; this strike seemed to contain endless power, directly slicing Emperor Qianlong in two.

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Emperor Qianlong's body split apart in mid-air, blood splattering everywhere.

His eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness; he could not believe that he would be so easily defeated.

However, the facts were before him; he was already dead, and his empire was about to perish.

Baiqi looked coldly at Emperor Qianlong's corpse on the battlefield, with no ripples in his heart.

He sheathed his blade and scanned the distance, as if he had already foreseen the Great Qin Empire ruling this world.

Following his order, the soldiers of Great Qin surged like a tide into the territory of the Great Qing Empire, accepting the submission of this vast land.

They were orderly and strictly disciplined; wherever they went, they proclaimed the rule of the Great Qin Empire.

When Ying Zheng stepped onto this conquered land, he felt the tension and awe permeating the air.

He learned that Baiqi had already slain Emperor Qianlong, clearing the final obstacle for the Great Qin Empire's path to ruling this world.

Ying Zheng stood on high ground, gazing at this new territory, a sharp light flickering in his eyes.

He raised his palm, endless power gathering within it, and then slammed it toward the Imperial Capital of the Great Qing Empire.

With a single loud crash, the entire Imperial Capital seemed to tremble.

Under this palm strike from Ying Zheng, the city walls of the Imperial Capital collapsed instantly, the palaces turned into ruins, and the entire Imperial Capital was annihilated.

This also thoroughly signaled the demise of the rule of the Great Qing Empire.

Ying Zheng walked out of the palace, his gaze like torches, staring at the three Worlds gradually approaching from ahead—the Great Qin World, the Daqing, and the Dayuan.

A surge of heroic ambition welled up in his heart, and without any hesitation, he struck directly.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to communicate with the Creation of heaven and earth.

He felt the surrounding Qi gathering rapidly, as if the entire World were responding to his summons.

He channeled the vast Human Dao Trend; this trend was like a surging river, torrential and unstoppable.

Under the control of Ying Zheng, the three Worlds began to slowly approach each other.

Their boundaries began to blur, and the Space began to distort, as if an invisible force were pushing them to merge with one another.

(End of this chapter)