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

He put the Fetal Essence Fruit back into his spatial storage, sat cross-legged on the couch, and began to ponder seriously. To absorb the Fetal Essence Fruit to the maximum extent, his own Grandmaster True Qi must first be honed to its limit.

Although his cultivation level is now at the peak of Grandmaster, he is still a hair's breadth away from true perfection. This hair's breadth is a world of difference.

His mind drifted into the system shop, scanning the dazzling array of items before finally settling on the Shaolin Great Rejuvenation Pill. This pill was renowned in the martial arts world; a single pill could increase one's internal energy by sixty years, making it a rare and miraculous elixir.

Without further hesitation, he exchanged one.

The Great Rejuvenating Pill landed in his palm. It was golden in color and emitted a rich medicinal fragrance. Just one whiff of it was enough to invigorate one's spirit. Ying Xuan opened his mouth and swallowed the pill. A warm current slid down his throat into his abdomen, then transformed into a powerful surge of vital energy that flowed through his limbs and bones.

The vital energy surged like a river bursting its banks, causing his meridians to ache wherever it passed. He quickly circulated his internal energy, guiding it through his body.

True energy surged and roared through his meridians, like wild beasts, which he forcibly gathered and condensed, gradually compressing into the shape of a giant python. The giant python of true energy shook its head and swung its tail, crashing along the meridians towards the invisible barrier above its head.

Once, twice, three times, each impact felt like a thousand-pound hammer slamming into the top of his head, causing his blood and qi to surge and his mind to buzz.

The invisible barrier was covered with cracks, like a piece of shattered porcelain, but it was always just a little short of completely breaking.

Ying Xuan opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and instead of discouragement, his eyes showed even greater composure. Without hesitation, he exchanged for two more Great Rejuvenation Pills and swallowed them at the same time.

After swallowing the two pills, their combined effects were like pouring oil on a raging fire, causing the true energy within the body to surge dramatically. The giant python, nourished by this energy, swelled to nearly twice its original size, its scales becoming ferocious and its fangs bared, as if it had come back to life.

It let out a silent roar and, with immense force, slammed into the barrier once more. This time, the barrier that was blocking it finally gave way and shattered with a deafening crash.

In an instant, a whole new world unfolded in his mind.

Ying Xuan felt the world before him suddenly change. Strange golden energy surged from all parts of his body to his brow, where it gathered into a small, warm, and deep golden lake.

His senses suddenly became incredibly sharp, and the whole world seemed to transform from black and white to color, becoming vivid and clear to the extreme.

He could hear the faint sound of an ant crawling across a dead leaf dozens of feet away from the camp, smell the scent of distant mountain vegetation carried on the wind, and see every speck of dust floating in the air.

His spirit was one with heaven and earth, and every move he made seemed to naturally resonate with some kind of great Dao. Even with his eyes closed, he could perceive every subtle movement around him. This feeling was so mysterious and profound that words could hardly describe it.

He felt as if he had transformed into a gust of wind, a cloud, or a drop of water, merging into the world. The world was him, and he was the world.

Once everything had calmed down, Ying Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down at his hands, which were long and fair, and looked no different from before. However, he could clearly feel the blood flowing like a river under his skin, his internal organs were spotless, and his muscles and bones were far stronger than those of ordinary people.

He rose and left his tent, gazing into the distance from the courtyard. It was dusk, and the setting sun painted the sky a magnificent orange-red.

His field of vision was extremely wide. The outlines of the mountains dozens of miles away were clearly visible in the twilight. Birds flying in the mountains, wild rabbits running, swaying grass and trees, and all the smallest details were clearly visible.

He could even hear the rhythm of the mountain plants breathing and the heavy panting of wild animals. He extended his divine sense outward, taking in all the movements within a radius of several miles, and could perceive everything around him without needing his eyes or ears.

The sounds of soldiers whispering in the camp, the snorting of warhorses in the stables, the clanging of spatulas against iron pots in the kitchen, and even the fluttering of flags on the distant city walls—all these sounds flooded his mind simultaneously, yet they were not chaotic at all. Instead, they were clear and distinct, as if a meticulously detailed painting were slowly unfolding before him.

Ying Xuan stood still for a long time, feeling the profound mystery of breathing in harmony with the mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. The feeling was indescribable, as if the entire world had become a part of his body, the breath of the plants was his breath, and the pulse of the mountains and rivers was his pulse.

Only when the sun had completely sunk below the horizon and night had fallen did he exhale a breath of stale air, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

At this point, there are very few known masters in the world who have reached the unity of heaven and man. It is said that Zhao Gao was also at this level. Ying Xuan has now truly reached the peak, and a sense of confidence to conquer the world has welled up in his heart.

If Zhao Gao thought he could do whatever he wanted with his limited skills, he was sorely mistaken.

After his breakthrough, Ying Xuan was not complacent. He turned back to his tent, sat cross-legged again, and then checked the upgraded system shop. Sure enough, the shop interface had many new items, with a constant stream of good things that left him overwhelmed.

Advanced farming techniques, top-grade Great Rejuvenation Pills, Soul Searching Techniques, Hundred-Foot Dragon Qi, Shrinking Earth to an Inch, Great Dragon Blade, Black Tortoise Armor, and Killing Blade Technique—each item is marked with a detailed description, and each requires a considerable amount of merit points.

He pondered carefully. Each item had its purpose; some were suitable for his current use, while others could be distributed to his generals later. Although he had now broken through to the Unity of Heaven and Man, the more trump cards he held, the better. He must not become complacent because of this breakthrough.

He quickly squandered his newly acquired merit points, exchanging them for several of the most needed items.

Soul-Searching Technique is an extremely powerful secret art that can expose all the secrets of the target.

Ying Xuan carefully read the instructions for the Soul Searching Technique. Once this secret technique is used, the other party's memories will be revealed to the caster as if turning the pages of a book. No matter how deeply hidden the secret or the past that was deliberately forgotten, nothing can hide from the caster.

He felt that it would be of great use in the future, whether for interrogating prisoners or dealing with those with ulterior motives, this soul-searching technique would be a powerful tool.

He immediately absorbed the secret techniques into his mind, and the obscure words transformed into a stream of light that merged into his memory, which he mastered in a short time.

Shrinking the Earth to an Inch is a close-combat movement technique that complements his original ability to travel thousands of miles, which excels at long-distance escape. While Swift Travel is suitable for long-distance raids, covering hundreds of miles in an instant, it is less effective in close-quarters combat within a limited space.

Conversely, shrinking the earth to an inch is about maneuvering within a tiny space. It may seem like you're only taking a small step, but in reality you've already covered several meters, making it impossible to defend against.

These two movement techniques, one long and one short, one for near and one for far, combined, left him with no weaknesses in movement. Ying Xuan mentally simulated the key points of the Shrinking Earth to an Inch footwork several times, nodded slightly, quite satisfied with this movement technique.

But what he valued most was the Killing Blade Technique. This sword technique was based on murderous aura; the more bloodshed and violence, the stronger the murderous aura, and the greater the power of the technique. He had slaughtered millions on the frontier, defeated the Donghu, and crushed the Xiongnu. The murderous aura he had accumulated over the years almost pierced the sky. The phrase "slaughterer of the world" was the best description of him; it would be difficult to find another person with such intense murderous aura.

If an ordinary person were to be tainted by such a heavy aura of malevolence, they would probably have lost their mind and become a madman who only knows how to kill. However, Ying Xuan's will was as firm as iron, and he firmly suppressed this aura of malevolence within his body, turning it into a sharp blade in his hand.

Cultivating this sword technique was as if it were tailor-made for him, allowing him to progress by leaps and bounds in a day, making the most of his overwhelming murderous aura.

With a thought, Ying Xuan retrieved the Great Dragon Saber from his system space. He had specifically exchanged this saber to use in conjunction with the Killing Saber Technique.

The blade is three feet and six inches long, and its entire body is as black as ink. A ferocious dragon's body is coiled around the blade, with each dragon scale clearly defined and its claws sharp as hooks. The dragon's head is swallowing the blade, and its mouth is open, just enough to hold the very tip of the blade, making it look as if a cold light is being spat out from the dragon's mouth.

The blade exuded a chilling aura that could make one's skin feel cold even from a distance, as if a slumbering beast lurked within it, ready to awaken and devour its prey at any moment.

Ying flicked the blade with his finger, and it emitted a clear, long hum that lingered on. He flipped the blade over and examined it carefully by the candlelight. He could faintly see dark red lines on the edge, formed by the condensed killing intent contained within the blade.

He secretly praised the sword, pondering what kind of blood he would use to sharpen it in the future. Ordinary blood was unworthy of this sword; only enemies of sufficient stature were worthy to be the Great Dragon Blade's first meal.

Just as he was examining the Great Dragon Saber, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent. The footsteps were heavy and powerful, carrying the efficiency of a soldier. Ying Xuan knew without looking up that it was Zhang Han. Sure enough, the tent flap was lifted, and Zhang Han strode in.

He was about to report the news from Xianyang when he looked up and froze in place. Zhang Han felt that the person in front of him had an aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. Standing there, he was clearly just an ordinary young general, yet he gave people a sense of oppressive grandeur, like a towering mountain.

Standing before it felt like facing the entire universe; an overwhelming aura made him feel insignificant, and his face turned pale. He subconsciously took half a step back, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Han himself was a master at the Grandmaster level, renowned for his bravery in the army, and was by no means an ordinary person.

But now, facing Ying Xuan, he felt like a small boat adrift on a vast ocean, and the feeling of insignificance that arose from the bottom of his heart made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He instantly realized what had happened. The young master's cultivation had advanced another step, crossing that legendary threshold and becoming one with heaven and earth. Ying Xuan noticed his unusual behavior and slightly restrained his leaking aura, completely withdrawing that powerful momentum.

He regained his usual composed demeanor, dressed in a dark black robe, his face calm and his gaze gentle, as if the imposing figure from just moments ago was merely Zhang Han's illusion.

"General Zhang, what is it?"

Ying Xuan asked.

Zhang Han then came to his senses and quickly bowed, his voice filled with sincere admiration, "This humble general congratulates you on your great progress in cultivation, young master."

"Young Master's progress is truly unprecedented. I have seen my share of experts in my life, but none have reached the realm of oneness with heaven and man at such a young age."

His tone was extremely sincere, without a trace of flattery.

In Zhang Han's view, Ying Xuan's speed of progress could not be measured by common sense. Even those martial arts masters who were famous throughout the world might not be able to touch the threshold of the unity of man and nature in their entire lives, but Ying Xuan crossed it without realizing it, as if it was just a trivial matter to him.

Ying Xuan smiled slightly, not saying much on the topic. He casually placed the Great Dragon Saber on the table, sat down again, and gestured for Zhang Han to explain his true purpose.

Zhang Han's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Your Highness, an imperial envoy from Xianyang has arrived with the First Emperor's decree. He has already entered Yanmen County and is currently waiting in the prefect's residence. He summons Your Highness to go and receive the decree immediately."

Ying Xuan was not surprised by this. He had just annihilated the Xiongnu, bringing the entire southern steppe into the Qin territory. When the news of his decisive victory in the northern frontier reached Xianyang, it was inevitable that the court and the public would be shaken.

It was only natural for the court to make a statement; it would be strange if the First Emperor had no reaction at all. He casually put down the Great Dragon Saber, stood up, straightened his robes, and strode out of the tent.

Zhang Han quickly followed, trailing half a body length behind Ying Xuan. The two left the military tent one after the other. It was already completely dark outside, and torches were lit all over the camp. The orange-red flames flickered in the night wind, casting long shadows of the two men.

“Let’s go,” Ying Xuan said calmly, “Let’s see what rewards His Majesty has given.”

The envoy from Xianyang arrived at Yanmen County one morning.

At that time, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the eastern horizon was just beginning to show a hint of white. The morning breeze, carrying the unique scent of grass from the grasslands, swept over the city walls, making the banners in front of the prefectural governor's mansion flutter in the wind.

Two eunuchs entered the city under the escort of hundreds of imperial guards. The two leading men, one with a fair complexion and no beard, and the other with a lean build, were both trusted eunuchs of Zhao Gao.

After entering the prefectural governor's residence, they adopted a condescending attitude and demanded that the governor immediately summon all the generals, claiming that the First Emperor's decree involved everyone present and must be read aloud in public.

When the news reached the military camp, Ying Xuan was meditating and adjusting his breathing in his tent. He had only recently broken through to the Unity of Heaven and Man realm, and the true energy within his body was still constantly merging and harmonizing with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The profound feeling of breathing with all things was still deepening.

Upon hearing Zhang Han's report, he merely nodded slightly, his face showing no emotional fluctuation.

"Read it aloud in public? Does that involve everyone?"

Ying Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a playful glint in them. "Is Your Majesty afraid that someone won't hear you, or that someone won't hear you clearly?"

Zhang Han stood in the tent, his expression somewhat grave. Having followed Ying Xuan for many years, he knew the young master's temperament well; the more nonchalant the young master appeared, the more calculating he was in his heart. He said in a low voice, "My lord, I feel there's something strange about this matter."

The imperial court could have simply sent one or two envoys with an imperial edict to reward the troops; why make such a grand display and read it aloud in public? Moreover, those two eunuchs were quite arrogant; they acted domineeringly as soon as they entered the prefectural governor's residence, more like they were there to interrogate someone than to deliver an imperial decree.”

"To interrogate?" (End of Chapter)