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

This horrifying scene caused the goblins on the outer edge to scream in extreme terror, instinctively trying to retreat.

However, at this moment, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which had withstood a bolt of heavenly lightning and whose black light had dimmed slightly but which still stubbornly remained suspended, suddenly had fine lightning flashing across its surface, appearing particularly eerie amidst the overwhelming Yin energy.

Some goblins with slightly higher intelligence, or those sensitive to energy, looked at the black banner bobbing in the lightning, and an absurd thought actually popped into their simple minds—it was a treasure! A treasure that could attract lightning!
"Ow!"

"Take it!"

Greed instantly overwhelmed fear! The goblins closest to the scene, their eyes bloodshot, charged recklessly towards the center of the wasteland, towards the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls! In their eagerness to get ahead, they attacked their own kind even more frantically than ever before, biting, scratching, and hacking with their weapons—the scene was far more bloody and brutal than the previous internal strife!
Through the core of the world, Ying Shaoyang clearly sensed that at the world's membrane, the runes representing thunder and destruction were becoming clearer and more perfect due to the manifestation of this heavenly tribulation.

At the same time, he also noticed that the heavenly tribulation that was descending was slightly different from the heavenly tribulation triggered when a cultivator broke through. It was more inclined to target magic treasures, especially the extremely yin and evil demonic magic treasures like the Myriad Soul Banner! Its lightning attribute was also different from the heavenly lightning triggered by his own pure yang energy.

What caught his attention even more was that, at the membrane of heaven and earth, it seemed that due to the existence of the Myriad Soul Banner and its act of devouring a massive number of souls, a strange and chilling rudimentary form of the ultimate Yin law was faintly outlined.

"This Thousand Souls Banner is unlikely to survive this calamity."

Ying Shaoyang shook his head slightly, thinking to himself.

"The palace maid who refined it was of low strength, and the soul she absorbed was not purified. It was entangled with impure thoughts and resentment, and there was no magic treasure to protect it... This banner will surely be destroyed by the heavenly tribulation."

He glanced at Wang Jian, who was pale-faced beside him, and spoke as if to himself, but in reality, as if to remind him.

"The Yin and evil magic treasures are extremely Yin and evil, and are not tolerated by Heaven and Earth. Without the protection of someone with great fortune and great magic power, the possibility of successfully transcending the tribulation is extremely slim."

Even if they succeed by chance, it will often backfire on their master, causing widespread suffering. Chief Minister Wang, you must remember this.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's body trembled, and he immediately understood His Majesty's profound meaning. He bowed and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty's teachings will be remembered by this old minister!"

He exchanged a glance with his deputy commanders Qi Jiguang and Han Xin beside him, and they all saw the same shock and... a hint of barely suppressed excitement in each other's eyes!

They watched as the lightning bolt cleared the area within a hundred miles and vaporized countless goblins. Then they thought of the nearly one thousand palace maids in the army who had crafted sinister magical artifacts like the Ten Thousand Soul Banner or the Bloodthirsty Bead.

Their gazes, without prior agreement, locked onto the nearly one thousand palace maids at the edge of the city wall, who exuded an eerie aura and wielded various sinister magical artifacts.

A bold and audacious plan instantly took shape in the minds of these seasoned commanders!
"After His Majesty left..."

Wang Jian used his divine sense to communicate with several deputy commanders.

"We must find a way to protect these palace maids, at least to save their lives and the core of the magical artifact. We must wait until this wasteland is once again overrun by goblins..."

"Then send a palace maid who carries such a magical artifact over!"

Han Xin's eyes gleamed, and he replied.

"Use the power of the heavenly tribulation lightning to wipe out the goblins!"

Li Jing's voice carried a hint of excitement.

"A single bombardment can wipe out hundreds of millions of goblins! Nearly a thousand times... that's hundreds of billions!"

Qi Jiguang's breathing became somewhat rapid.

Although the number of beings in the new world is in the trillions, an overwhelming and despair-inducing number, if they can truly use this method to continuously wear down the enemy, they seem to see a glimmer of hope for victory! This is undoubtedly the most powerful weapon against human wave tactics!
Just as they were secretly plotting—

Boom!!!

The third bolt of heavenly tribulation lightning struck down with even greater speed than before! This time, the lightning covered a wider area and seemed to be even more powerful!
Clearly, because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Great Qin world is extremely abundant, and every second a massive number of goblins die and release a vast amount of spiritual energy, this spiritual energy has invisibly provided support for the tribulation clouds in the sky, making the lightning condense and fall at a speed far beyond the ordinary!

Originally, only the central area was cleared out, but after the third bolt of lightning struck, the blinding light spread and raged, turning the entire area within a thousand miles of the wasteland's center into a sea of ​​lightning! Countless goblins howled in the sea of ​​lightning and turned into charred remains, their struggles proving futile.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, located at the very center of the tribulation, was now shattered, its black energy dissipating, and it was in a terrible state, clearly on the verge of collapse.

Below, the palace maid whose mind was connected to the Myriad Souls Banner suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning ashen. Her primordial spirit in her dantian was violently shaken by the backlash of the magic weapon, almost collapsing. She was swaying precariously and could only barely hold onto the crenellations of the city wall to avoid falling.

Ying Shaoyang glanced at it indifferently and did not offer any assistance. The creation of such a demonic artifact, which violated the natural order, would inevitably have its backlash; this was part of the cycle of Heaven.

He no longer paid attention to the doomed Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the palace maid whose life hung by a thread, but turned his gaze to Wang Jian and the others.

"This place is now in the hands of you, my beloved ministers."

After Ying Shaoyang finished speaking, he vanished from the city wall in a flash.

The next moment, at the edge of the wasteland battlefield, a sizable palace that had originally been used as a temporary palace suddenly trembled slightly. Then, with the combined efforts of hundreds of inner guard experts with steady auras and bulging temples, the tremors subsided.

The palace was steadily lifted by hundreds of thick, specially made carrying poles, and like a giant sedan chair, it was several feet off the ground. It began to speed towards the Qin capital at a speed that did not match its enormous size!

The scene was quite bizarre, yet incredibly striking.

The palace itself has been refined into a magical artifact. Although it is not a weapon for attack, it is engraved with many runes that enhance its sturdiness, lightness, and spiritual energy gathering, making it a rare treasure in the mortal world.

It should be understood that refining magical artifacts requires at least a Nascent Soul cultivator to expend their efforts, and the number of Nascent Soul cultivators in the Great Qin Dynasty is still very small. Even if only one or two artifacts occasionally leak out of the palace, it is enough to make wealthy and noble families outside fight tooth and nail for them, willing to go bankrupt in order to obtain them.

Now, this treasure is being used by Ying Shaoyang as his temporary palace, which shows just how extravagant and powerful it is.

The enormous palace and its ritual implements were followed by tens of thousands of solemn-looking palace maids and eunuchs, as well as burly men of the Imperial Guards dressed in flying fish robes and wearing embroidered spring knives at their waists, forming a complete royal procession.

Whenever the procession passed through villages or towns, it would slow down slightly, both to allow the people along the way to clearly see the majesty of the emperor and to spread the news of His Majesty's triumphant return.

Ying Shaoyang sat leisurely on a comfortable couch in the palace, sipping fragrant tea.

He could have flown back to the Qin capital in an instant, but as the Emperor of Qin, certain occasions were necessary. His presence at the front lines stabilized the morale of the army; his return to the capital reassured the people. Letting the people witness his safe return to the capital was itself a powerful deterrent and a form of reassurance.

At the same time, it was also his responsibility to have the accompanying Imperial Guards and the Eastern Depot's inner guards "leak" good news about the great victories at the front and the countless otherworldly monsters slain along the way. If he didn't occupy the high ground of public opinion, all sorts of rumors would naturally take it over. Sure enough, when this full royal procession passed through the official road, the officials along the way had already received the news and respectfully greeted and saw them off at the intersection.

Meanwhile, many more people knelt on both sides of the road, bowing reverently to the moving palace, their faces filled with excitement and awe.

Alongside the procession, wagons laden with supplies shuttled back and forth from time to time. The wagons that went out were loaded with grain, fodder, and weapons, while the wagons that returned were piled high with weapons and armor that were completely different from the Qin Dynasty's style, crudely designed yet exuding a barbaric aura!

These spoils from the goblin world were the most direct declaration of victory. The people, seeing them, whispered amongst themselves, their faces beaming with pride and joy.

"Look! That's what His Majesty seized from the monster!"

"Your Majesty is truly mighty! Our army has won a great victory!"

"I heard that the government is going to melt down this iron to make farm tools!"

A man who looked like a coachman spoke to the villagers who were watching.

"Really? That's great! I have a little spare cash these days, but iron tools are in short supply, and it's hard to even buy a good hoe!"

The old man beside him nodded repeatedly, his face showing anticipation.

The spiritual rain continued to fall steadily from the sky. Those people bathed in the spiritual rain, especially those who had practiced some rudimentary martial arts, could feel their internal energy constantly increasing, their bottlenecks loosening, and many even breaking through on the spot.

Even ordinary people who have never practiced cultivation feel much lighter and healthier, and some minor illnesses and pains from the past have healed without medicine.

Inside the palace, Empress Lü looked through the beaded curtain at the common people outside, whose clothes were still simple but whose faces were rosy and whose spirits were high, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Your Majesty, look, the complexion of these people is vastly different from before; they are clearly much stronger."

Qu Ruo nodded in agreement, her gaze falling on the small but bright-eyed children surrounding the adults, and she said softly.

"Yes, if this continues, the physical condition of the people of Great Qin will be fundamentally improved. In my opinion, given this situation, as long as the world is at peace, it is not impossible for the population of Great Qin to increase several times in a dozen years."

Upon hearing this, Jing Rou sighed softly, her tone tinged with lingering fear.

"However, the goblin world we've encountered is far too powerful. The sheer number of them... just thinking about it sends chills down my spine."

Zhao Shan shared the same sentiment, a hint of worry appearing on her pretty face.

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Shaoyang burst into laughter, his laughter carrying a hint of mockery and arrogance.

“What my beloved concubines say makes sense. In the past, when I conquered other worlds, my primary consideration was how much population I could increase and how many talents I could acquire. But this goblin world, with its trillions of members, only knows how to fight and has no civilization whatsoever. It's giving me a headache as to how to digest it.”

He paused, his tone becoming more composed.

"However, as my beloved concubine said, the gains of our Great Qin this time are also enormous. The strength of tens of millions of soldiers has increased dramatically, the captured weapons and armor are piled up like mountains, and the Starlight Great Wall can block the enemy from outside."

Now, our Great Qin only needs to sit back and relax, continuously slaying those monsters that rush out from within the gate, and we can reap the benefits, nourish the world, and strengthen ourselves. The advantage lies with us!

As he spoke, Ying Shaoyang's divine sense had already spread out like ripples on water, covering the vast territory of the Great Qin.

In his divine perception, the Great Qin Dynasty was now a vibrant and lush landscape. On many previously uncultivated wastelands, grass grew wildly, almost as tall as a person, demonstrating the abundance of fertility and spiritual energy contained in the land.

In the fields, whether it's the newly promoted pumpkins or the original rice and millet, they are all growing exceptionally well, with plump ears of grain, clearly indicating that this year's harvest will far exceed that of previous years.

The benefits of this continuous spiritual rain to plants are even more pronounced than to human cultivators.

What surprised him even more was that in some remote mountains, many medicinal herbs that had been around for years, such as ginseng, polygonatum, and he shou wu, had developed a faint spirituality under the continuous nourishment of spiritual rain and the rich energy of heaven and earth. Their leaves were greener, their roots were fuller, and their medicinal effects were bound to increase significantly.

This is a magnificent sight that has never been seen since the founding of the Qin Dynasty!
However, when his divine sense swept over Xianyang, the capital of Qin, he perceived a completely different kind of "vibrant" scene.

Qin capital, imperial palace, cabinet office.

Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, was like a tightly wound, precise machine, handling the flood of government affairs with astonishing efficiency.

He wore a black dragon robe. Although he was no longer the emperor, as the founding emperor emeritus and possessed the imperial decree of full power left by the emperor before he left the capital, he had absolute authority in the cabinet at this moment, enough to suppress all dissenting voices.

With his extensive experience in handling the affairs of a vast empire, the First Emperor arranged matters meticulously and systematically.

He required all departments to regularly report the progress of their tasks, and if any delays or oversights were found, he would reprimand them sternly on the spot without any leniency.

He was already at the first level of life, and had even cultivated a primordial spirit, giving him energy far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Even so, the intense work of nearly ten consecutive days without sleep left his eyes bloodshot and his body radiating a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

He has been back in Qin capital to take over the cabinet for nearly ten days.

That day, the emperor led his army to the border, leaving behind only an imperial edict appointing him as the new head of the cabinet.

He was well aware of his special status. As the retired emperor, he should have been enjoying his remaining years in the palace and should not have interfered too much in politics. He should have kept a low profile.

But looking at the mountain of government affairs, especially the many matters that he felt urgently needed to be resolved but had yet to see any progress, he couldn't help but feel his anger rising.

At that moment, he slammed a memorial concerning the grain reserves in various regions onto the table with a "bang," his face grim as he looked down at his cabinet colleague, Grand Secretary Wang Guan, who stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Wang Guan!"

The First Emperor's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"His Majesty has entrusted all state affairs to the Cabinet, and this is how you all share the burden of the Emperor? Why, when I review the recent case files, is there not a single person who mentions the construction of the North-South Canal?!" (End of Chapter)