I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 169: Donating the National Fortune, the Golden Cicada Head in the Cauldron
Qinling Mountains, Zhongnan Mountains, top of mountain.

A hundred steps away from Ying Tower, the elite troops of the Li family army were guarding the surroundings tightly.

Even if you are soaked by blizzards and heavy rain, your body will be chilled to the bone.

But the resolute face beneath the iron helmet remained unchanged.

A ten-meter-high circle of black cloth with dragon patterns painted on it surrounds the Circular Mound.

What was placed inside was a bronze tripod that had been prepared in advance.

And donate the objects needed for the country's fortune.

"In compliance with the king's order, this donation of national fortune is for the civil and military officials to stay a hundred steps away!"

Two Li family soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, crossed their spears and stopped Lu Buwei.

Hearing this, Lu Buwei first frowned slightly, then looked at Ying Lou's back.

I wanted to say something, but in the end no words came out.

However, due to the sudden change in weather, not many people were able to reach the summit with Ying Lou.

Most of the delicate civil servants were basically stuck halfway.

"Xin, no matter what happens, no one is allowed to get within a hundred steps. Anyone who disobeys this order will be executed!"

"promise!"

Li Xin, who never questioned Ying Lou's orders, clasped his hands in response.

He drew the long sword from his waist and stood in the middle of the road like a door god.

The last hundred steps leading to the Circular Mound.

With every step Ying Lou took, the wind over the Qinling Mountains would become more fierce, and the rain and snow in the air would become more violent.

Along with strong winds, heavy rain, and heavy snow, lightning struck at Ying Lou's feet.

All these strange phenomena seemed to be trying to get Ying Lou to go down the mountain.

"Humph, is a mere celestial phenomenon capable of stopping me?"

Ying Lou snorted coldly and walked up the stairs one step at a time.

Until you reach the last step, the Circular Mound and Ying Tower are the center.

The heavy clouds gradually dispersed like rolling waves, as if a curtain in the sky was slowly being peeled off.

A beam of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone down, spreading all around Ying Tower.

It was as if the "sky" had surrendered.

The color of the sky began to change, from dark gray to light blue.

The bright summer sun shines on the entire Qinling Mountains, coating everything with a layer of golden glow.

Ying Lou pushed aside the black cloth outside the Circular Mound and walked inside.

At the highest point of the Qinling Mountains in Zhongnan, a round white jade altar suddenly appeared.

The Circular Mound Jade Altar has three levels and is surrounded by a white jade fence.

The diameter of the upper jade altar is nine zhang, the middle one is eighteen zhang, and the lower one is twenty-seven zhang.

The round stone in the center of the upper altar is made of black jade from the Qinling Mountains.

The rest of the place is white jade.

Walking up the white jade stairs engraved with dragon patterns, you can see the black jade floor tiles on the top floor.

A half-height bronze tripod stood beside it.

Phew~~~
Ying Lou came to the bronze tripod, looked inside, then looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and took a long breath of the air from the Qinling Mountains.

In the bronze tripod in front of him.

It was filled with blood and flesh, with countless bones and internal organs swirling inside.

Floating at the top was the bloody head of the golden cicada.

As early as a day ago.

Ying Lou asked Li Xin to arrange people to set out overnight and go to Circular Mound to make arrangements.

Naturally, along with the bronze tripod, there was also a piece of reserved golden cicada meat.

And in Xianyang.

Jin Chan did the same thing as before, and before Ying Lou woke up today, he arrived at the top of Qinling Mountains through Qingtan.

Then he left a full cauldron of his own flesh and blood before returning to Xianyang.

"I, King Qin Ying Lou, have climbed to the top of Qinling Mountains today to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth and to bless the country's destiny for our great Qin territory!" Ying Lou looked up at the sky with a sharp gaze.

He picked up three lit incense sticks in his hand and then bowed three times towards the sky.

"The fortune of Qin is as bright as the sun at its zenith, shining brightly across the world. My soldiers are all loyal and brave, and they swear to defend the land of Qin until their death!"

"Hangu Pass is the throat of our Great Qin. It is as solid as a rock when defended and as powerful as a bamboo when attacked. Now, in the name of the King of Qin, I will donate the country's fortune for 90 days for the 200 miles outside Hangu Pass!"

On the Qinling Mountains, the wind blows and the clouds disperse, and the sky and the earth are yellow.

King Ying Lou of Qin, wearing a dragon robe and with tassels hanging from his shoulders, stood on the top of the mountain and overlooked the vast land.

His voice shook the sky and seemed to reach Hangu Pass thousands of miles away.

And as Ying Lou's voice fell.

The Qinling Mountains were shaking, and in the Zhongnan Mountains, the temperature was rising and the sun was shining brightly.

The vegetation that had withered due to the arrival of winter suddenly became lush and green.

The rocky cliffs that had been covered with rain and snow gradually returned to their original appearance.

The animals in the mountains also woke up one by one from the cold winter, lamenting why this winter was so short.

A stream of majestic black water dragon patterns gathered in the air to form a blurry dragon shadow.

roar~~~~
After nine days of dragon roar, the dragon shadow flew towards Hangu Pass.

Different from the prosperous national fortune in the Qinling Mountains.

Ying Lou, who was standing on the Circular Mound, was covered with ominous black lines all over his body. His muscles were contracted into a ball, and veins and blood vessels were bulging all over his body.

Blood oozed from every pore.

It seems like he has lost half his weight.

On Ying Lou's red face, the eyeball of his left eye had exploded, and a piece of broken flesh was hanging in the empty eye socket.

The half-baked tongue looked like it had been fried in a frying pan. The surface was hard and black, and there was a wisp of white steam coming out.

All things carry the yin and embrace the yang. Yin cannot grow alone, and yang cannot grow alone.

The sunny side of a country is its national destiny.

The dark side of a country is ominous.

Although the King of Qin was in a high position, while enjoying the glory of the country, he had to endure the darkness on the other side.

And this is it.

To suffer misfortune from the state is the true meaning of being the king of the world.

Enduring the severe pain in the body.

Ying Lou took out the blood letter of the Ying clan, lit it with candlelight, and threw it into the sky.

In this way, the royal power that had once been divided officially returned to the King of Qin.

From then on, the inheritance and transportation of national destiny were all decided by the King of Qin.

Hu~hu~
Ying Lou was panting, dragging his broken body, spitting blood, and walking towards the bronze tripod.

Although no one knew at that time what would happen to Hangu Pass, thousands of miles away, after donating the country's fortune.

But Ying Lou had no time to think as his body had already reached its limit.

at last.

At the moment when Ying Lou was about to faint, he still forced himself to dive into the bronze tripod.

Let the blood and remaining flesh of the cicada flow into his mouth.

I didn't come back to life until I felt my stomach was filled.

"Three hundred miles of national destiny can make people like this, if..."

While soaking in the cauldron, Ying Lou suddenly remembered what Tang Qianyan said a few days ago.

If we donate national fortune to the entire Central Plains for 10,000 years, I'm afraid even if we had a magical medicine like golden cicada meat, it would not be enough to cure the disease.

I guess the moment I open my mouth to say it, I’ll be reduced to ashes.

Looking down, he saw that the cauldron was almost full of flesh and blood, and an idea suddenly came to Ying Lou's mind.

"What would happen if I donated Wanli's national destiny?"

　Brothers, if this chapter and the next one don't read smoothly, it means they have been deleted. Once I find out, I will change it back in time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)