Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Ying Zheng's figure appeared within the moon, ethereal and divine. Though the giant hand dispersed, the people of the holy land bowed their heads in awe, their former arrogance gone.

"You have attacked the Taiyin Divine Sect, usurped its scriptures, and denounced it as evil. I would like to see how you will eliminate evil and uphold justice." Ying Zheng's casual words caused the Purple Sun Holy Lord's expression to change drastically.

He never expected that this ghost immortal would come from that emerging force that promoted the Six Meridians of Taiyin! The Mandate of Heaven has not yet appeared, and the calamity has not yet arrived, so how could a ghost immortal descend upon the world?
"Senior...it's all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Ying Zheng chuckled. "Didn't you want the 'Taiyin Wonderful Method'? I might as well grant it to you."

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he declared loudly: "Those who seek the legal code must pay a price—submit to me. Now that we are of one lineage, it is only natural that the legal code be shared."

The Purple Sun Sword Saint, barely managing to withstand the oppressive aura, stood up: "Is this the only path we can take?"

"If you were not still of use, you would have long since vanished into thin air," Ying Zheng said indifferently. "Joining the Taiyin Divine Sect is merely changing your allegiance; only by submitting to me can you survive."

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord of Ziyang glanced at the expectant gazes of the elders and disciples below, and slowly bowed his tall figure: "The Holy Land of Ziyang... is willing to serve you as its master!"

"Very good. Those who understand the times are wise." Ying Zheng's lips curled slightly. "This 'Transforming Yin Wonderful Method' is hereby bestowed upon you. The Transforming Yin lineage can integrate all the cultivation methods in the world and contains the wonders of the transformation between heaven and man. If your 'Purple Yang Treasure Scripture' can complement the Taiyin, you may be able to glimpse the opportunity of immortality."

"I hope you will all take care of yourselves. I will send someone to handle the follow-up matters myself." Before the words were finished, his figure had already dispersed into spiritual light, condensing into a jade slip filled with the Yin energy of Taiyin, which floated down in front of the Purple Sun Sword Saint.

As the strange phenomenon of the moon dissipated and daylight returned, the Holy Lord of Ziyang steadied his mind and instructed his true disciples to reassure them. He then received the inheritance together with the Sword Saint. Sensing the sinister Daoist aura within the technique, the Holy Lord smiled wryly: "No wonder Qingyuan and the others used the pretext of exorcising demons; this method certainly carries a strange and unpredictable air."

"However, its core is in harmony with the Dao of Heaven, and is even more profound than the Ziyang Treasure Manual." The Ziyang Sword Saint pondered, "Even a rough understanding of it has benefited me greatly."

Just as everyone was discussing the future of the Holy Land, news of the strange events in Cangzhou had already spread throughout the land through spies from all sides. The major powers were initially incredulous upon hearing it—with the Tai Xuan Ancestor still alive, how could a newly ascended Ghost Immortal suddenly appear?

Within the Tai Xuan Yin Earth Dragon Court, the spirits of emperors from past dynasties gather:

"What are your thoughts on the changes in Cangzhou? Has a new ghost immortal truly emerged?"

"The Mandate of Heaven has not yet appeared, or perhaps it is an ancient being that has prolonged its existence through secret methods?"

"Our ancestor's seclusion is at a crucial juncture; if he succeeds, the crisis will resolve itself. The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation!"

"However, the matter in Cangzhou must be thoroughly investigated; there must be something fishy about it..."

Meanwhile, Pei Yuan of the Taiyin Divine Sect had switched to cultivating the Xuan Yin lineage, and the Taiyin energy flowed throughout his body. Qingyuan and Qingshui, kneeling in the hall, saw Ying Zheng appear and hurriedly looked to him for help.

“Ziyang has submitted,” Ying Zheng said calmly to Pei Yuan.

"The Holy Land is going to be merged into the Divine Religion?" Pei Yuan asked in surprise.

“They only recognize me as their master.” Ying Zheng’s eyes were deep. “The Holy Lord Ziyang will arrive soon. I have already taught him the wonderful method of transforming Yin. The rest will proceed as planned—cultivate power and prepare for the uprising.”

As Ying Zheng's figure vanished, Pei Yuan's smile faded. The phrase "only acknowledges me as his master" clearly hinted at a grander scheme—perhaps this senior intended to personally seize the throne? Recalling the secret revealed by Qing Shui and the other man—that "the mandate of heaven can defeat gods and demons"—he felt a chill run down his spine. Those suddenly appearing lineages probably all harbored the same purpose.

"Since we are all family, rise and await the Holy Lord." Pei Yuan waved to his still kneeling fellow disciples and went about his own business. Qingyuan Qingshui rose in a daze, finding it hard to believe that a holy land with a history of ten thousand years would submit. But since that powerful figure disdained empty words, something earth-shattering must have just happened.

At the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, Ying Zheng gazed up at the celestial phenomena. Calamity surged between heaven and earth, seemingly propelled by an unseen will. The recurring patterns of dynastic changes over hundreds of thousands of years resembled a meticulously orchestrated drama. This bizarre cycle convinced him to personally take control of the dynasty, using the power of heaven and man to solidify the foundation of the world.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord of Ziyang glanced at the elders and disciples below who were watching him intently, his tall figure slightly hunched: "The Holy Land of Ziyang... is willing to serve you as its master!"

"Excellent! Those who understand the times are wise." Ying Zheng's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "This 'Transforming Yin Mystic Method' is hereby bestowed upon you. The Transforming Yin lineage can integrate all the cultivation methods in the world, and secretly conforms to the wonders of the transformation between heaven and man. If you can study the way of Yin and Yang in harmony with the 'Purple Yang Treasure Scripture', you may be able to glimpse the dawn of the path to immortality."

"I hope you will all take care of yourselves. I will send someone to handle the follow-up matters myself." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared, and his spiritual light condensed into a jade slip containing the Yin energy of Taiyin, which floated down in front of the Purple Sun Sword Saint.

As Ying Zheng departed, the unusual celestial phenomenon gradually dissipated, and night returned to day. Amidst the bewildered glances of the crowd, the Holy Lord of Ziyang hastily ordered his true disciples to reassure their followers, and then, together with the Sword Saint of Ziyang, received the jade slip's inheritance.

Sensing the sinister aura within the technique, the Purple Sun Saint Master smiled wryly: "No wonder Qingyuan and the others use the pretext of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path. This technique does indeed possess a certain evil nature."

"Yet its core remains the glorious righteous path." The Purple Sun Sword Saint pondered deeply, "It is even more profound than the Purple Sun Manual. If one can fully comprehend it, one can indeed reach the realm of heaven and man, and even the path of immortality. Even a cursory glance has greatly benefited me."

The Holy Lord of Ziyang glanced at the elders and said, "Now that things have come to this, you should all consider the future of the Ziyang Holy Land after its submission."

As they were discussing the matter, news of the strange changes in Cangzhou had already spread throughout the land through spies from all sides. The major powers were initially incredulous upon hearing it—how could a newly ascended Ghost Immortal suddenly appear when Tai Xuan was still alive?

"Could it be that the Tai Xuan Dynasty intends to wipe out the sacred lands of aristocratic families?"

"If that's the case, aren't we afraid of a counterattack from all seven hundred states?"

"A dozen or so top-tier forces joining forces are enough to shake the very foundation of the Tai Xuan!"

Within the Tai Xuan Yin Earth Dragon Court, the spirits of emperors throughout history are also engaged in heated discussions:

"What are your thoughts on the matter in Cangzhou? Has a new ghost immortal truly emerged?"

"The Mandate of Heaven has not yet appeared, or perhaps it is an ancient being that has prolonged its existence through secret methods?"

"Our ancestor is currently in a critical period of seclusion. If he succeeds, the crisis will resolve itself." "The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation and wait for our ancestor to emerge from seclusion."

"The matter in Cangzhou must be thoroughly investigated; I have a feeling there's something fishy going on..."

Within the Taiyin Divine Sect, Pei Yuan, who had switched to cultivating the Xuan Yin lineage, was surrounded by flowing Daoist energy. Qingyuan Qingshui, kneeling in the hall, saw Ying Zheng appear and hurriedly cast a pleading glance his way.

"Ziyang has submitted." Ying Zheng said calmly to Pei Yuan, ignoring the astonished expressions of the two senior and junior disciples.

Pei Yuan asked in surprise, "The Purple Sun Holy Land wants to merge into our sect?"

“They only submit to me,” Ying Zheng said meaningfully. “The Holy Lord Ziyang will arrive soon. I have already taught him the wonderful method of transforming Yin. The rest will proceed as planned—cultivate power and prepare for the uprising.”

As Ying Zheng's figure vanished, Pei Yuan's smile faded. The phrase "only submit to me" clearly carried a deeper meaning. Could it be that the senior intended to personally support the imperial court, or even establish himself as emperor? Recalling the secret revealed by Qing Shui Qingyuan—that "being blessed by Heaven can break through to the level of gods and demons"—he couldn't help but feel alarmed—those suddenly appearing lineages probably all harbored the same purpose!

"We must cling to this powerful figure!" Pei Yuan thought to himself, looking at his stunned senior and junior brothers and sisters. "Since we are of the same lineage, please rise. When the Holy Lord arrives, you will return to the sect with him."

Qingyuan Qingshui rose in a daze, still finding it hard to believe that the Ziyang Holy Land, with its millennia-long heritage, would submit. But recalling the strange phenomena that had just occurred, he had no choice but to accept this unbelievable reality.

At the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, Ying Zheng gazed up at the heavens. Calamity surged between heaven and earth, as if an unseen will was driving the cycle of cause and effect. For hundreds of thousands of years, the rise and fall of dynasties had followed the law of "divine mandate," clearly concealing some kind of scheme.

“Since that’s the case…” A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, “then I shall take charge of this game.” If he could bear the will of both Heaven and Man, perhaps he could use this to gain insight into the origin of the world and lay the foundation for controlling this realm in the future.

"It's a pity that it's not the real me here, otherwise I wouldn't have to be so restrained in my actions!" Ying Zheng's expression revealed deep regret.

According to the division of the main god's space, this world belongs to the middle thousand worlds, but according to the main god's hint, this world is actually an incomplete place.

Even so, who can say for sure that no ancient monsters lurk within? It must be understood that the Middle Thousand Worlds are capable of accommodating Golden Immortal level experts, which is equivalent to the fourteenth level of a God-Demon, a cultivation level comparable to a Primordial Supreme. The power carried by Ying Zheng's mere wisp of divine thought is far from sufficient to sweep through this world; hence, he is so cautiously probing step by step.

Time flies, and three years have passed since Ying Zheng descended to this world. During these three years, the other reincarnators could no longer contain themselves and launched a series of magnificent actions. Among them, the White Lotus Sect was the most eye-catching. They overthrew the rule of the Tai Xuan Dynasty in Qinzhou in one fell swoop, and even skinned local officials and burned them as sky lanterns, thus openly provoking the majesty of the dynasty.

Other forces established by reincarnators were also secretly fueling the flames, intending to test the Tai Xuan Dynasty's reaction. After all, any reincarnator who descended to this world and had even a modicum of confidence in their own strength coveted the imperial throne that bore the Mandate of Heaven—the Mandate of Heaven could help them break through to the realm of gods and demons, saving them countless hours of arduous cultivation and resources. How could they easily let go of such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity?
As for Cangzhou today, three years ago, when the sacred land of Ziyang submitted to Ying Zheng, it had already secretly laid out plans in accordance with his decree: to expand its army and gradually seize control of various prefectures and counties.

Deep within the vast sky of Cangzhou, a magnificent temple stands majestically in the void, its form barely discernible to the naked eye. The entire temple exudes an ethereal Daoist aura of harmony between heaven and man, sometimes illuminating the earth like a bright moon. At this moment, only three people are present in the council hall—Pei Yuan, after three years of accumulating resources, has reached the fifth level of the Transcendent Spiritual Body realm, but to break through to the sixth level, he needs to refine his own will, which cannot be aided by external means. The other two are Feng Xiaotian, the master of the Ziyang Holy Land, and the supreme expert, the Ziyang Sword Saint Gu Jian.

Suddenly, a faint will descended from the main seat, and the three immediately bowed their heads: "Welcome, Master/Senior!"

Ying Zheng spoke indifferently: "Now that the White Lotus Sect has taken action, the world is in turmoil due to the karmic forces of this calamity. Cangzhou should also take action."

Feng Xiaotian hesitated: "Your Majesty, should we observe the dynasty's movements before making a decision?"

"Why wait! With your extraordinary cultivation, sweeping through the Tai Xuan realm is no difficult task. Acting now is the safest course of action," Pei Yuan replied confidently.

"Tai Xuan is about to break through to the Ghost Immortal realm, so we must first disrupt his dragon energy and weaken his will to humanity," Ying Zheng explained, a rare occurrence for him. Gu Jian and Feng Xiaotian's expressions changed upon hearing this, and they immediately solemnly promised: "The Ziyang Holy Land is willing to start an uprising immediately!" "The Taiyin Divine Sect is also ready to act at any time!"

"Then execute the officials who have not submitted, establish the banner of the Cang King, and divide the land and establish a new territory. All of you, go and make the arrangements immediately." With the decree issued, Ying Zheng's figure gradually disappeared.

"This concerns the Lord's grand plan and cannot be delayed!" After saying this, Feng Xiaotian hurriedly stepped into the hall's teleportation array to return to the Holy Land, with Gu Jian following closely behind. Only Pei Yuan remained, gazing at the surging sea of ​​clouds and sighing softly, "A bloody storm is coming, and peaceful days will never return." He then also stepped into the teleportation array to return to the Divine Sect.

This divine temple was a powerful artifact crafted by Ying Zheng a year ago. It can connect with the void to suppress all things and even teleport across vast territories in an instant. In this fragmented world, only powerful gods and demons can wield such spatial abilities.

Upon their return, all forces immediately mobilized the Taiyin Divine Guards and the Ziyang Divine Guards, deploying them in ten-person squads to suppress the various counties and prefectures. Both of these divine guards required a fourth-level Transcendent rank to be selected, and through rapid training methods over the past three years, they had grown to a million strong, enough to control the situation in Cangzhou. Furthermore, the Ziyang Holy Land held a strong position at the highest levels, making it difficult for the prefectural forces to resist.

With the Ziyang Holy Land and the Taiyin Divine Sect launching their combined efforts, aristocratic officials who had not submitted to the dynasty were successively purged. Those who refused to cooperate over the past three years had their homes confiscated, and the two factions took over the administration, yet the situation did not experience much turmoil.

Hong Wenbin, a high-ranking official of the prefecture, unleashed the power of the Void Realm, his voice shaking the heavens: "Feng Xiaotian! How dare you plot rebellion!"

Feng Xiaotian, transformed into the blazing sun, enveloped the entire city: "Hong Wenbin, it's all your fault for being so stubborn!"

Holding the official seal, Hong Wenbin drew upon the dragon energy of humanity. Though only at the Void Realm, he displayed an aura capable of suppressing the Great Sun: "Since we have already rebelled, why hide our heads and tails! Let Gu Jian show himself! This is my home turf. So what if he is at the Celestial Realm? When the Emperor's personal guards arrive, the Purple Sun Holy Land will surely be reduced to ashes!"

"is it?"

A sword light silently pierced through the dragon energy barrier, appearing behind Hong Wenbin. A cold glint flashed, and the high-ranking official was cleaved in two with a single sword strike. Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, bewildered as to why the protective dragon energy had shown no reaction.

At this moment, the various forces within Cangzhou Prefecture that had not yet submitted to the government also fell into a deathly silence.

The leaders of the various forces who had previously adopted a wait-and-see attitude towards the Ziyang Holy Land were now filled with fear: "This is terrible! Now that Hong Wenbin is dead, it's our turn to be purged! Quickly arrange for our clansmen to evacuate through the secret passage!"

When Feng Xiaotian's gaze swept over them, these rulers all cried out in despair, "Lord Feng! We are willing to serve you like dogs and horses, please spare our lives!"

"It's too late!" Gu Jian suddenly drew his Purple Sun Sword, its light splitting into countless forms like a cascading galaxy, instantly enveloping the members of various forces. Under the oppressive force of a Celestial Realm expert, these people were reduced to ashes before they could even utter a cry of alarm.

With the fall of Hong Wenbin, a high-ranking official of the third rank, his spirit lamp suddenly went out in the Tianzhou Hall of Worship. The guards were horrified: "Cangzhou has lost another high-ranking official! Report to the Emperor immediately!"

Upon learning the news, Emperor Xuanyuan was furious: "The Purple Sun Holy Land and the Taiyin Divine Sect dare to carve out their own territory and establish kingships, what kind of Azure King banner are they! Issue my decree to dispatch 100,000 Taixuan Guards to suppress them, and make sure these two traitors are annihilated!" (End of this chapter)