Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Chapter 189: Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species? Commoners can also be kings. The Nine Provinces are under the control of the Western Buddha!
Boom!

In the land of Sanchuan, in Daze Township, heavy rain poured down, and thunder roared in the sky, resounding throughout the world!
In a trance, it seemed as if deep in the sea of ​​clouds, there was a god who controlled thunder, living among them and spying on the earth.

However, the crowd marching across the land did not have such an idea.

Looking at the muddy official road, the laborers walked numbly with bare feet, moving like snails.

"Damn it, with this kind of road, even if we continue on, we won't be able to turn around and reach the northern border in a short time... These high-ranking masters are really making things difficult for us!"

A middle-aged man mixed in the crowd stepped in the mud, feeling the heaviness under his feet and the rain falling on his head. He couldn't help but growl, "What on earth do they want!?"

The civilians nearby did not show any emotion when they heard the man's growl, but their eyes became even more numb.

This group of civilians were recruited from farther places by imperial decree.

However, it took nearly a year from the time they were conscripted to the time they set off.

Not long ago, something happened in Xianyang City, and an imperial decree arrived, directly asking them to turn around and head to the northern border instead of going to Mount Li.

This completely caused the civilians to collapse.

They were just a group of weak mortals who had traveled hard for nearly a year. When they were about to reach Mount Li, they received an imperial decree ordering them to turn around and head directly north.

That kind of torment and pain...is unimaginable.

However, before the civilians could riot, the cultivator in charge of supervising the army immediately used his magical powers to suppress all the civilians who had the intention of rioting.

However, this simple means of deterrence could not dispel the resentment and anger in the hearts of the civilians, so some practitioners took action and directly killed several civilian leaders who stood out, and finally intimidated everyone with blood.

This scene shocked everyone. The civilians fell completely silent and numbly accepted the guidance of the practitioner in charge of supervising the army. They turned around and headed north to the border of Daqin.

"You should say less. Those cultivators have supernatural powers and can hear what you say." Next to the middle-aged man, there was a young man in a straw raincoat. He looked slightly better than the other civilians. He could not help but remind him when he heard what he said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was silent for a while, then turned to look at the young man in the straw raincoat. There was no resentment or jealousy in his eyes, only sadness. He whispered, "Brother Wu Guang, it's not that I want to say... but I feel that my body can no longer hold on!"

“This stretch of road… is too difficult to walk on!”

The words fell!

The rest of the civilians had some fluctuations in their eyes and some empathy on their faces, but in the end they just smiled bitterly and didn't say anything.

Different from those practitioners who are high above and can fly in the clouds, these weak mortals, even in this world where immortals and gods are rampant, the most primitive way of traveling is still to walk.

But they had suffered so much along the way that they could no longer hold on.

After all, it has been almost a year since they were recruited.

The hardships and difficulties along the way cannot be described in a few words.

But what can they do?

In the eyes of those practitioners, their complaints of suffering and tiredness were not worth mentioning at all, and if they complained too much they would even be whipped.

"I know I know……"

The young man in the straw raincoat called Wu Guang lowered his head and said in a soft, almost inaudible voice: "But hold on a little longer!"

"Just hold on a little longer...it will all be fine!"

As he spoke, the young man in the straw raincoat clenched his fists and looked up at the endless number of laborers.

This group of conscripted laborers numbered hundreds of thousands and had been on the march for a whole year.

Not far away, a dozen young dandies were sitting on sedan chairs lifted by laborers, leisurely strolling. If it were just like this, it would be considered common. Nothing surprising.

What is really surprising is that the sedan chairs lifted by these laborers are not ordinary sedan chairs, but palaces.

These palaces were owned by a dozen young dandies. They were huge objects as big as a Sumeru or a mustard seed, and contained palaces for them to rest.

"This is what a cultivator is like... Even if he goes out and wanders around for a year, there won't be a trace of dirt or dust on his body!" Wu Guang whispered, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

But then, he concealed the strange look in his eyes, and happened to avoid one of the young dandies who glanced at him. The latter frowned, shook his head, and looked away.

Wu Guang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little frightened.

"Sure enough, a cultivator with great cultivation can keenly perceive other people's spying... Is this what is called perception?" Wu Guang thought to himself.

At the same time, his palm, which was tucked under his sleeve, trembled slightly with five fingers, and streams of magic power emerged like streams, flowing unsteadily.

In the darkness, boundless purple air emerged from Wu Guang’s heart and lingered around.

This is what is mentioned in spiritual practice...Purple Palace!
If it is divided according to the level of cultivation, with the purple palace existing in the body and the magic power being refined, one has already entered the realm of celestial immortals!

No one would have thought that among these inconspicuous commoners, there would be a cultivator with the cultivation level of a celestial being!
"This is the power... the monk was right!"

Wu Guang felt the touch of his fingertips, and his heart was secretly lifted. Then he looked at the end of the civilian team, his eyes flickering, and he said secretly: "I wonder how Chen Sheng is doing?"

"That monk obviously thinks more highly of Chen Sheng..."

……

at this time.

Behind the team of laborers, a mule with rough hair was moving slowly along with them.

As the mule headed north, a monk holding an exquisite pagoda in his hand sat on the mule with his eyes slightly closed, moving along with the mule.

Beside the mule, a determined young man, also wearing a straw raincoat, was holding the reins and leading the mule forward slowly.

His steps were slow, but each step was firm and steady.

In a trance, he seemed to be in harmony with the great Dao of heaven and earth, stirring up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which continued to flow towards him.

Then, the civilians around them seemed to hear nothing of this scene.

"Your Excellency, how long do I have to wait?" The young man looked at the suffering civilians around him, with a hint of determination in his eyes, and spoke slowly.

"One day the great roc soars with the help of the wind, and can soar up to ninety thousand miles!"

On the mule's back, the monk holding the exquisite pagoda in his hand opened his eyes, showing no sadness or joy, and said calmly: "Chen Sheng, wait patiently!"

"Until that day, when your breakthrough comes, the heaven and earth will join forces, and all the people will join in the wish. That will be the time for you to rise!"

The words fell!

The young man raised his head, revealing a face full of vicissitudes. Hearing this, he nodded slowly and whispered, "I understand!"

"I will wait, until I break through, until the Qin Dynasty shows signs of weakness, until the foolish emperor who is out on tour falls..."

"Chen Sheng will definitely overthrow this ridiculous and absurd prosperous era!"

(End of this chapter)