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

For a time, grain prices across the Qin Dynasty stabilized and even slightly decreased, with ample grain reserves in the hands of the people. Meanwhile, the official granaries established by the imperial court, thanks to the efficient operation of the Imperial Household Department, were filled to capacity within a single year. Reports of "old grain not yet gone, new grain already full" from various official granaries reached Xianyang repeatedly. The Qin Dynasty ushered in an unprecedented era of abundant grain and peace.

After a year of rest and recuperation, military orders were issued. Nearly ten million Imperial Guards soldiers bid farewell to their families, donned their armor once more, and, led by their respective commanders, marched once more to the northern wilderness.

Unlike their exhausted and menacing retreat a year ago, this time they returned full of energy and high morale. Although their eyes showed the gravity of the war, the madness on the verge of collapse was gone.

On the wasteland, the bloody battle has begun again!
However, this battle was significantly different from before. Perhaps it was because the recuperation period allowed for the complete assimilation of previous combat experience, perhaps it was due to increased strength and greater self-control, or perhaps it was the clarity brought about by the continuous transformation of malevolent energy within the Qin Imperial Palace…

The millions of Imperial Guards no longer relied excessively on close combat and battle formation coordination as before, but began to consciously and on a large scale unleash various powerful and wide-ranging Taoist techniques!

In an instant, flames raged across the wasteland, the earth froze, swords clashed, vines strangled, and rocks crumbled... Countless low-level magical lights intertwined to form a destructive ocean, swallowing and annihilating the surging goblins in swathes!
The dense blood and energy released when the goblins died formed pillars of crimson light that shot into the sky, turning the wasteland sky a scarlet red!
These vital energies, containing the primordial energy of the goblin world, permeated the air of the wasteland and were quickly captured, decomposed, and transformed by the laws of heaven and earth of the Qin world.

The violent energy was stripped away, and the pure life essence and scattered information about laws were integrated into the spiritual energy cycle of the Great Qin, causing the concentration of spiritual energy in the entire Great Qin world to increase again, and the speed of spiritual energy conversion to accelerate slightly.

Throughout the land, spiritual energy became increasingly active, vegetation flourished, and people's bodies grew stronger, creating a scene of prosperity and flourishing.

Deep within the palace, Ying Xuan quietly sensed the carnage on the wasteland and the subtle growth of the Qin world. The time had come; he should set off.

He raised his hand and gently tossed up the He Shi Bi jade, which remained as warm and lustrous as ever, yet was now inextricably linked to the fate of the Qin Dynasty and the grand formation of the imperial palace. The He Shi Bi jade hung above the main hall of the imperial palace, casting a soft and eternal radiance, like a cornerstone of the dynasty, guarding this land.

Ying Xuan's divine sense swept across the palace, clearly sensing the hundreds of life forms connected to his bloodline, slowly and steadily growing in the womb.

He sighed softly and made no further hesitation.

With a single step, his figure vanished from the Qin Imperial Palace, from the world he had cultivated for so long and from which he had laid a solid foundation.

His goal is a new world—Covering the Sky.

Based on the fragmented information he knew, it was a vast world where people developed their physical strength to the extreme, struggled in the mortal world, and defied the heavens for their lives.

He had no intention of promoting the cultivation system there in the Great Qin Dynasty—it was too resource-intensive, too cruel, and required an extremely high level of world-building knowledge, making it unsuitable as a universal path.

However, the systematic methods and concepts of physical training, integration of the physical body and spiritual essence, and pursuit of the human body as a great dragon are exactly what he needs now. They are the key link he has been dreaming of and is working to complete his foundation!
In the depths of the endless void, amidst the familiar illusion of the starry river, that ancient, weathered, and seemingly monumental stone gate, bearing witness to the rise and fall of countless worlds, still stands silently there.

Ying Xuan appeared before the stone gate. Although his strength had already approached that of an Earth Immortal, and he had even glimpsed the threshold of a True Immortal, he still felt his mind tremble and his heart pound with fear when facing this mysterious stone gate again and feeling the vast aura flowing on it, which seemed to be able to swallow all the heavens and evolve chaos.

Without lingering, Ying Xuan concealed all his aura, took a step forward, and plunged into the star vortex above the stone gate, which represented the "Covering the Sky" world and shimmered with boundless blood and battle intent.

Stepping out of that enormous stone gate that seemed to swallow the heavens, Ying Xuan saw light and shadow shift before his eyes, and the discomfort of the spatial displacement vanished in an instant.

Before he could even fully steady himself on his feet or take in his surroundings, a near-instinctive sense of alarm, honed through countless life-or-death battles, suddenly pierced his soul!
Something is spying! And not just one! Powerful, sharp, and carrying an undisguised sense of sweeping destruction!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ying Xuan didn't even bother to identify the source or specific location of the spying. In the blink of an eye, his aura vanished completely, like a drop of water sinking into the deep sea.

He didn't use any particularly profound escape techniques; he simply blended himself into the subtlest fluctuations of the surrounding space, while suppressing his vital signs and spiritual energy fluctuations to a minimum, like a lifeless, stubborn rock. His figure flickered and vanished from his original spot, leaving only a barely perceptible ripple in space.

The instant his figure disappeared—

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Several powerful and tangible divine senses, carrying a chilling killing intent, suddenly descended like searchlights, thoroughly plundering the area where he had just stood, inside and out, top to bottom!
The divine sense swept across everything—grass, rocks, air, even the ground three feet underground! It carried an undeniable domineering and scrutinizing aura, clearly searching for something.

Got nothing.

However, those divine senses did not stop there. After a brief pause, they seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly condensed and collided in the void! A violent fluctuation of divine sense, powerful enough to shatter the soul of an ordinary Dao Palace Realm cultivator, suddenly erupted, like an invisible storm, fiercely impacting the spatial structure of that area!

"Crack..."

A tooth-grinding, faint sound, like shattering glass, came from within.

Under the pure and violent impact of divine consciousness, fine black cracks appeared in that area of ​​space! A small piece of space was forcibly "shattered"! Violent void turbulence overflowed from the cracks, raging for a moment before being slowly smoothed out by the laws of heaven and earth.

Those divine senses carefully "touched" and explored the shattered space for a long time. After confirming that there were no signs of life or abnormal energy residue, they reluctantly retreated like the tide and disappeared into the horizon.

In the distance, atop an inconspicuous mountain peak, Ying Xuan's figure slowly materialized like a ghost.

He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly gazing at the area several miles away that had been ravaged by the storm of divine consciousness, a hint of understanding and solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"Such keen perception, such domineering style."

Ying Xuan thought to himself.

He had barely shown himself, and his aura had been leaked for less than a moment, yet he was detected and attracted such a decisive, almost "better to kill the innocent" investigation.

This demonstrates the vigilance and combat instincts of the cultivators in this world.

He shifted his gaze to look further into the distance.

The mountains stretch endlessly, displaying a myriad of breathtaking views. Among them, the 108 main peaks stand out, each with its own unique features—some are rugged and perilous, some are beautiful and elegant, some are majestic, and some are ethereal and misty.

On each main peak, varying degrees of powerful yet solid auras lingered, subtly forming a vast and tightly-knit formation. Between the peaks, clouds and mist swirled, and cultivators occasionally flew by riding rainbow lights or magical artifacts, their robes fluttering, exuding an ethereal aura.

“Tai Xuan Sect…” Ying Xuan recognized the place. He wasn’t surprised that the stone gate had teleported him here. Based on past experience, the stone gate always sent him to the vicinity of the area most closely related to the “mission” or “key figure.” The mission this time was to “escort Ye Fan back to Earth,” so Ye Fan was very likely in this Tai Xuan Sect at the moment, or was about to arrive.

Thinking of Ye Fan's desire to return to Earth, and the existence of a specific text that might be of reference value to his integrated body-refining technique, Ying Xuan made up his mind.

However, his recent experience served as a wake-up call. In this unfamiliar, high-energy world, even he needed to be constantly cautious and conceal his abilities. Had he reacted even slightly slower, or harbored any thoughts of competition, he would likely have immediately found himself in unnecessary trouble and exposed his identity as an outsider.

"We must be more careful in the future and never be so careless again."

Ying Xuan serves as a warning to himself.

He suppressed all outward aura, even the fluctuations of his primordial spirit were restrained to the extreme, as if he had merged with the mountain breeze and rocks.

Immediately, with a slight thought, a wisp of pure and extremely concealed divine consciousness, like the finest spider silk, silently overflowed from between his brows and slowly spread out, like an invisible dome, silently enveloping the entire Tai Xuan Sect's 108 main peaks and their surrounding areas.

His spiritual sense was extremely high, and after being tempered by the laws of multiple worlds and nurtured by the fortune of the Great Qin Dynasty, it was incredibly refined and of a unique nature. At this moment, he deliberately concealed it, so that even powerful beings at the first or even second level of the Immortal Platform in this world would find it difficult to detect this silent spying unless they focused their spiritual sense or had cultivation far superior to his.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he took in the general situation within the Tai Xuan Sect. Disciples cultivating, elders lecturing, spirit beasts playing, formations operating... all sorts of scenes unfolded before his "eyes" like a scroll.

He "saw" some disciples whose auras were clearly stronger than ordinary people, and he also "saw" several mountains shrouded in special restrictions, appearing somewhat mysterious. But his ambitions lay elsewhere.

His fundamental goal was to develop a systematic body-refining technique that suited him and could also be partially applied to the core elites of the Great Qin. The orthodox cultivation classics of the human race in this world, especially the basic expositions and training methods of the five great secret realms of the Sea of ​​Wheels, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Platform, were precisely the "skeleton" and "principles" he urgently needed.

As for the various peaks' secret, flashy offensive techniques and supernatural abilities, he wasn't particularly interested in them for the time being. The cultivation method was fundamental; techniques were secondary.

Before fully understanding the deep mysteries and hidden dangers of this world's cultivation system, he would not easily touch those special inheritances that might hide "pitfalls," especially those few mountains that he found rather eerie.

The primary task at present is to find Ye Fan and complete the reward of escorting him back to Earth.

This reward is likely to greatly benefit his future actions.

Just as Ying Xuan's divine sense was spreading across the Tai Xuan Sect like mercury, he suddenly sensed something and turned his gaze toward the direction of the Tai Xuan Sect's mountain gate.

A figure, seemingly in a hurry but with unusually vigorous and subtle energy, was seen riding a divine rainbow, flying hurriedly from outside the mountain gate and landing in one of the more bustling peaks.

The characteristics of that blood and qi were seven or eight parts similar to the aura of "Ye Fan" that he sensed in the Stone Gate mission information!

"found it."

Ying Xuan was certain. But he did not act immediately, remaining as still as a rock on a mountaintop, quietly observing.

He needed to choose the most opportune moment, and a way that wouldn't attract too much attention from the Tai Xuan Sect, to contact Ye Fan.

He raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at the empty space in front of him, and gently touched it.

"Boom."

A faint, almost imperceptible cracking sound.

The space in front of him was like a punctured bubble, revealing a thumb-sized, smooth-edged black hole from which a faint aura of void turbulence emanated.

Ying Xuan raised an eyebrow. So fragile? He hadn't used much power just now, merely simulating the intensity of a cultivator in this realm's Wheel Sea Secret Realm wielding "divine power" to impact space, yet it had broken through the spatial barrier so easily? Although the hole was extremely small and healed instantly, the "fragility" of this space still exceeded his expectations.

"It seems that the world here is indeed... incomplete and broken."

Ying Xuan seemed to be deep in thought.

A complete and stable great world must have an incredibly resilient spatial structure. How could it be so easily shaken by a low-level cultivator? Only when the world is flawed, its laws are incomplete, or it has experienced an unimaginable catastrophe, would its spatial structure become so "loose".

This also explains why cultivators in this world place such importance on tempering their physique, even developing their physical bodies to the extreme. In such an environment where heaven and earth are incomplete, laws are obscure, and space is fragile, the physical body is the most reliable and direct "boat" and "weapon".

A powerful physique can withstand spatial rifts, tear through the void with bare hands, and endure even more violent and direct attacks. However, cultivators like him who primarily cultivate their primordial spirit and rely on a deep resonance with the laws of heaven and earth may actually be suppressed and weakened to some extent in this realm.

Because the "power of heaven and earth" here may be full of "flaws" and "violence", unlike the docile and controllable world.

"An interesting world."

A glint of inquiry flashed in Ying Xuan's eyes.

This environment may be just right for him to hone himself and make up for some of his shortcomings in the way of "strength".

Just as he was pondering this, a sudden change occurred!
Above the Tai Xuan Sect, the once calm clouds suddenly began to churn wildly! A terrifying pressure, more than ten times stronger than the previous probing divine senses, descended without warning! The spiritual energy between heaven and earth instantly solidified, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and even the wind stopped flowing.

"Om-!"

The void trembled, and a gaunt figure seemed to emerge from the long river of time, slowly manifesting in mid-air.

He was an old man with white hair and beard, his face covered with deep wrinkles, wearing a faded gray Taoist robe, and he looked unremarkable.

But even just standing there, the aura he naturally exuded was like a vast, unfathomable ocean, sweeping across all directions. This caused all the cultivators on the 108 peaks of the Tai Xuan Sect below, elders and disciples alike, to tremble in their souls, find it difficult to breathe, and involuntarily feel an urge to prostrate themselves in worship! (End of Chapter)