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

"General!"

A lieutenant rode up on horseback, clasped his hands in greeting, and reported.

"Scouts report that the Liao Kingdom's Western Capital Circuit (Datong Prefecture) has fallen! All grain, gold, silver, and weapons within the city have been looted and stored. As you instructed, the city has been burned to the ground!"

Han Xin nodded expressionlessly.

"Very good. Issue the order: 30,000 cavalrymen will be dispatched under your command to continue northward and sweep away the tribes on the grasslands that have not yet migrated! Take all the cattle, sheep, and horses! Capture all able-bodied men and enslave them!"
The elderly, women, and children…drive them south of the Yellow River and hand them over to the rear. The main infantry force will continue according to the original plan to attack the next Liao city! Remember, after capturing the city, loot it for three days, and then—burn it!

"I will obey your orders!"

The lieutenant, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust, accepted the order and left.

Han Xin cast his gaze further north, towards the direction of the Liao Kingdom's capital, Linhuang Prefecture.

A cold smile played on his lips.

"The Liao Kingdom? It's nothing but livestock raised by His Majesty. Your flesh and blood will pave the straight roads of my Great Qin. Your sinews and bones will support the palaces of my Great Qin. Your wives and daughters will continue the bloodline of my Great Qin sons! This is... the Mandate of Heaven!"

The wharf in Bodao County is located on the banks of the Yangtze River.

The once bustling ferry crossing is now occupied by tens of thousands of Taoist priests dressed in various colored robes.

They sat cross-legged, closed their eyes in concentration, or chanted scriptures in a low voice. Although crowded, they were orderly.

An invisible yet clearly perceptible solemnity and anticipation permeated the air.

These Taoist priests came from all over the Song Dynasty, and some even came from as far away as Sichuan and Jiangnan after hearing the news.

Most of them were not highly skilled, only at the stage of drawing qi into the body or refining essence into qi, but at this moment, each of them had an irrepressible excitement and piety on their faces.

"Such abundant spiritual energy!"

A sharp glint flashed in the cloudy eyes of an old Taoist priest with white hair.

"Compared to the ancestral temple of Longhu Mountain, it is several times more concentrated! This place... is truly a blessed land!"

"Indeed! I sense that the bottleneck that has stagnated for many years is showing signs of loosening!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest standing nearby was also very excited.

"This is just at the dock! What will it be like when we reach the legendary Qin capital, under the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation?"

"Quick! Seize the time to cultivate! Don't waste this great opportunity!"

Someone whispered a reminder.

In an instant, the spiritual energy fluctuations on the dock became even more active.

The Taoists seized the time while waiting for the ferry, greedily absorbing the purer and richer energy of heaven and earth in the air, which was far superior to that of Song, in an attempt to further enhance their cultivation before arriving in Da Qin.

Just then, a commotion arose from the entrance to the dock.

A troop of Qin soldiers, gleaming in their armor and exuding a menacing aura, escorted the group as they slowly approached.

The leader, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, looked haggard, but his eyes held a strange excitement; it was none other than Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji.

Behind him followed dozens of dejected civil and military officials dressed in Song Dynasty official robes.

Accompanying Zhao Ji was an elderly man dressed in Qin official robes, with a calm demeanor—Zhang Dun, who was highly valued by Ying Xuan and now held a high position in Qin!
"It's...it's Prime Minister Zhang..."

An old minister from the State of Song recognized Zhang Dun, his voice bitter and filled with endless complexity.

Once upon a time, Zhang Dun held immense power and influence in the Song court, wielding the highest position among officials.

Now, however, he has become a high-ranking official of the enemy state, escorting these fallen kings and ministers into Qin... How can one bear such a situation!

Many Song officials, seeing Zhang Dun's composed demeanor and the official robes representing the power of the Qin Dynasty, and considering their own uncertain futures, were all saddened and lowered their heads.

Only Zhao Ji seemed not to feel this humiliation and sorrow.

He curiously observed the Taoist priests practicing on the dock, then took a deep breath of the air, which was much richer than that of Bianliang, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

"Excellent! Excellent place! The spiritual energy is so abundant, it must be a blessed land for immortals! I... no, I am a true immortal descended to earth, and this place is perfect for my cultivation! When I meet the Great Heavenly Venerable... no, when I meet His Majesty the Emperor of Great Qin, I will surely be able to return to the ranks of immortals!"

Zhang Dun listened from the side, his face expressionless, but inwardly he shook his head.

This Daoist emperor, even to this day, is still immersed in the illusion of being a "true immortal," which is truly pitiful and lamentable.

Qin capital, imperial palace.

With a slight thought, Ying Xuan caused the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Array that enveloped the solitary peak to shimmer and slowly recede.

The mountains reappeared, and the vegetation remained lush, but the overwhelming pressure of the stars and the rich spiritual energy dissipated.

The concubines, including Yaoyue, Lianxing, and Gongsun Lan, who were cultivating at the summit, as well as the palace maids tending the medicine garden, felt a lightness all over their bodies as they were gently carried out of the formation and landed in the palace courtyard.

"His Majesty?"

Yaoyue and the others looked at Yingxuan with some confusion.

Ying Xuan did not explain, but simply looked towards the distant horizon.

His divine sense, like invisible tentacles, extended into the ever-changing chaotic void beyond the world.

He could clearly sense that the time for the next "world refresh" was getting closer and closer.

Although the passage to the "Zhu Xian World" has not yet been opened, its location has been firmly locked by him.

"Jianmu..."

Ying Xuan's eyes burned with passion.

That "Jianmu" tree, rooted in the world of Jade Dynasty, connecting heaven and earth, and containing endless creative vitality, is his true target!

If its main trunk or core branches can be brought back to Qin, and its abundant life essence can nourish the world, the Qin world's advancement speed will increase by a hundred times or a thousand times!
This is far beyond what we can achieve by slowly accumulating power through the palace and grand formations!
Today, the Great Qin Dynasty relies on the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation to gather incense and transform chaotic energy, relies on the Imperial Palace to suppress national fortune and regulate vital energy, and with the continuous feedback of resources brought back from various realms, the world's foundation is indeed steadily improving.

At this rate, it might naturally advance to a second-tier world in a few decades.

But decades? Ying Xuan can't afford to wait! In the myriad realms, powerful beings abound, and opportunities are fleeting.

He must be faster! Stronger!

"Conventional accumulation is too slow."

Ying Xuan made a decision in his heart.

"Only by acquiring more 'transcendental' wonders like the 'Jianmu,' which transcend the level of the world itself, can the Great Qin world achieve leapfrog growth! The Zhuxian world... the Jianmu... must be obtained!"

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at the vast imperial territory below the palace, his eyes sharp as knives.

For his next time travel, he must be fully prepared, not only to bring back the Jianmu tree, but also to acquire more resources for the Qin world that could change its destiny!
Ying Xuan stood atop the mountain peak at the core of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation, his gaze sweeping over the imperial concubines around him whose auras were distinctly different and whose life essence had quietly transformed.

Inviting the Moon, Pitying the Stars, Gongsun Lan, Lü Zhi, Qu Ruo...

Although they lost all their internal energy under the initial tempering of the "Primordial Limitless Body", their physical strength and the sensitivity of their five senses have far surpassed those of ordinary people. Like a rough jade being carved, their potential is beginning to emerge.

Should I take them to the world of Jade Dynasty? This thought lingered in Ying Xuan's mind.

The world of Jade Dynasty is rich in energy and has more perfect rules, which is of great benefit to them in breaking through their current bottlenecks and truly embarking on the path of cultivation.

More importantly, as his own level of life continues to rise, his perception of ordinary life has become blurred and distant, like a human looking down on an ant.

Only these imperial concubines, who had also embarked on the path of transformation and whose very essence of life was beginning to rise, could give him a familiar sense of human presence and alleviate the loneliness brought on by his power. Another figure surfaced in his mind—Biyao.

That girl, whose fate was originally intertwined with love, tragically perished.

One of his important purposes in going to Zhuxian was to change her fate.

If he were to bring the imperial concubines along, they might witness his interaction with Biyao...

Given the temperament of these women, it's inevitable that they will cause unnecessary trouble.

The infighting in the harem was not what he desired.

Ying Xuan sighed softly, his gaze softening as he looked at the concubines.

"The world of Zhuxian is fraught with danger and unpredictability, and is beyond your current capabilities. You shall remain within the great formation, cultivate in peace, and solidify your foundation. When I return, I will choose a peaceful world and take you there with me to help you break through the shackles of life and truly embark on the path to immortality."

Upon hearing this, the concubines showed disappointment in their eyes, but even more so understanding and expectation.

They knew their own strength was still weak, and that forcibly following him would only become a burden to His Majesty.

His Majesty's promise to take them along next time is already a great favor.

"Your Majesty, we will obey your decree and diligently continue our studies, awaiting Your Majesty's triumphant return!"

The concubines responded in unison.

Ying Xuan nodded slightly.

With a thought, the radiance of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Array that enveloped the solitary peak shifted and slowly receded.

At the same time, he raised his hand and summoned a team of elite guards from the Eastern Depot, with a calm demeanor, and a team of middle-aged men dressed as imperial chefs, who were quick and agile.

These bodyguards have all reached an advanced stage of ordinary life, and are swift in action and loyal and reliable.

The imperial chefs were specially selected by him; they were highly skilled in cooking and were responsible for his daily meals.

Bringing the imperial chef along was not simply for the sake of satisfying their appetites.

Ying Xuan knew that the growth of power could easily lead people astray, causing them to regard all living beings as worthless.

Maintaining the habit of eating three meals a day and savoring the simple pleasures of life is his way of reminding himself not to forget his roots and to remember that he was once just an ordinary person.

He did not want to be a high and mighty, cold and ruthless "god".

"You shall all accompany me."

Ying Xuan gave the order in a calm tone.

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

The imperial guards and chefs responded in unison, their expressions solemn.

Ying Xuan no longer hesitated and used his mind to communicate with the stone gate imprint deep within his sea of ​​consciousness.

An ancient, weathered stone gate slowly materialized before him, its chaotic aura flowing within, leading to an unknown world.

"go!"

Ying Xuan stepped through the stone gate. Behind him, the Eastern Depot's guards and the imperial chefs followed closely. In a flash of light, they all vanished.

In the world of Jade Dynasty, near Grass Temple Village, deep in the mountains and forests.

The space distorted slightly, and Ying Xuan and his group appeared out of thin air.

The fresh air, carrying a rich scent of grass and trees, rushed towards us, and the concentration of spiritual energy in the world far exceeded that of the Qin Dynasty.

Ying Xuan's divine sense spread out silently.
It instantly covered an area of ​​dozens of miles.

Mountains and rivers, village smoke, birdsong and insect chirps... everything is within sight.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to a dilapidated mountain god temple not far away.

The temple was dilapidated, with rubble everywhere, but in his divine sense, two completely different auras were intertwined and colliding inside.

An aura, righteous and peaceful, carrying the unique compassion and Zen of Buddhism, like the morning bell of an ancient temple, distant and profound.

The other aura was completely opposite, filled with violence, bloodshed, and resentment, like the howling of countless wronged souls. It was the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the infamous "Blood Fiend Pearl"!
“Puzhi… the Blood Fiend Bead… and that black iron rod from the back mountain of Qingyun Sect…”

A glint flashed in Ying Xuan's eyes. The very materials needed for the Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiends Formation had coincidentally all gathered here!
Although the black iron rod was far away in Qingyun, its unique aura had already been locked onto by his divine sense.

"You shall wait here and not leave without permission."

Ying Xuan gave instructions to the guards and imperial chefs behind him, then took a step forward, his figure already appearing at the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

Inside the temple, the light was dim.

An old monk, dressed in a tattered robe and with a withered face, sat cross-legged. He was Puzhi, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple.

His face was pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and he pressed his hands tightly against a bead in front of his chest that emitted a faint bloody light—the Blood Fiend Bead!

A surge of ferocious, bloodthirsty energy was constantly assaulting his mind, attempting to erode his Buddhist heart.

He muttered incantations and chanted Buddhist scriptures, desperately resisting the erosion of demonic energy, but he was clearly at his limit, his mind teetering on the edge of lucidity and madness.

Just then, the light at the temple gate dimmed, and a young man dressed in a black brocade robe with an extraordinary air walked in slowly.

He walked with ease, as if he were stepping into his own backyard rather than a dangerous place.

Puzhi suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy old eyes flashing with horror and vigilance!

Although he was mentally and physically injured, his cultivation level remained intact, and his spiritual senses were sharp.

When did this person arrive? He was completely unaware!

What shocked him even more was that this person's aura was as deep and vast as the sea, so deep that he couldn't see through it at all!
In his memory, neither Dao Xuan Zhenren of Qingyun Sect, nor Yun Yilan of Fenxiang Valley, nor even the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect of the Demonic Cult had such an unfathomable aura!

"Amitabha!"

Puzhi suppressed his shock and asked in a deep voice.

"May I ask who you are, esteemed sir? And what brings you here?"

As he asked the question, he remained on guard, the remaining Buddhist power within his body quietly circulating.

Ying Xuan's gaze swept calmly over Pu Zhi, as if examining an object, and finally landed on the bead on his chest that emitted an ominous blood-red light.

He shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a barely perceptible disappointment.

"Puzhi, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple? His cultivation... is that all?"

Puzhi was deeply shaken!

Not only did the other party recognize his identity at a glance, but they also made such a comment on his cultivation level? Is that all?

Although Puzhi wouldn't dare claim to be invincible, he is certainly one of the top masters of the righteous path! Just who is this person? How dare he speak so arrogantly!
Ying Xuan seemed oblivious to the shock in Pu Zhi's eyes and continued speaking to himself.

"The energy of heaven and earth is so abundant, yet you cultivators have only achieved such meager cultivation. It is truly a pity. Your cultivation level, in my Great Qin, is only equivalent to the thirty-sixth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, barely at the entry level."

"Foundation Establishment? Thirty-six strands of spiritual energy?"

Puzhi was completely bewildered; he had never heard of these terms before. (End of Chapter)