Rewrite the myth and become the Taoist!

Chapter 332 The Tomb of the First Emperor
"kill--!!"

"Dethrone the Emperor! Slay the Tyrant!"

Gao Feixue suddenly opened her eyes. A gust of wind, carrying the stench of blood, rushed into her nostrils, and deafening shouts of battle filled her ears. The scene before her made her blood freeze instantly—

opposite.

A dark, imposing army surged forward like a tidal wave. Bronze chariots rolled across the land, and the spears and halberds of armored soldiers formed a steel jungle, their cold light stinging the eyes. Ferocious beasts opened their blood-red maws.

There is no end in sight.

"This is……"

Gao Feixue's legs trembled uncontrollably. Faced with this earth-shattering military force, she felt as insignificant as a grain of sand about to be crushed.

Who can stop such an army?
Who is the Human Emperor? That tyrant?
at this time.

The shield bearers at the front slammed their heavy shields down with a thud, causing the ground to tremble. Archers drew their longbows taut, and in the next instant, a dense rain of arrows swept in—

Gao Feixue subconsciously raised her hand to shield herself, only to see a figure in black armor suddenly appear in front of her.

The cold gleam of a bronze halberd stung her eyes.

"For three thousand years, feudal lords have ruled, and war has raged on. Today, I will end it all..."

"remember--"

"The Emperor Xiang Ji defeated 108 feudal lords at Muye, and the land was unified."

"There is no king under heaven."

The next second, he charged out like an arrow released from a bow, his heavy halberd sweeping across—

The halberd blade tore through the air with a deafening roar, and enemy cavalry within thirty feet in front of them were blown into a bloody mist along with their horses. With a backhand slash, it carved out a hundred-foot-long trench, swallowing up the charging bronze chariot.

Wherever the boy went, people and horses fell over, and severed limbs rained down.

Gao Feixue stood frozen in place, watching that figure tear a bloody path through the army.

One man can form an army, and no one can defeat him.

"boom!"

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down, but the young emperor shattered it with a backhand halberd the instant it touched him.

"Where is the immortal?!" someone shouted.

The world suddenly darkened, and hundreds of golden rays descended from the heavens. A majestic battle spirit, as imposing as a mountain, rose from the ground, but even if immortals and gods were alive, they would still be no match for the young human emperor wielding the "Fangtian Halberd".

"The Battle of Muye...isn't that a myth?"

Gao Feixue's pupils trembled violently. She watched as the young emperor soared into the sky, riding on wind and thunder, each swing of his halberd bringing forth a blood-red gale. Fireballs falling from the clouds were shattered by his halberd shaft, and the exploding flames scorched the earth, creating countless craters.

The setting sun was stained blood red.

The boy suddenly turned around and met Gao Feixue's gaze across the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

A sudden pain shot through her chest, and she involuntarily took a step forward—

"His Majesty……"

The moment that murmur left his lips, the whole world suddenly spun around. The roar of the bronze chariots, the shouts of the soldiers, and the clang of clashing weapons all seemed to have been paused.

In a daze, I heard someone sigh softly in my ear, a sound like the wind that had traveled through five thousand years—

"Professor Gao."

"Professor Gao."

A short-haired woman shook her shoulders violently, "What's wrong with you? You're as white as a ghost!"

Gao Feixue sat up abruptly and looked at her old classmate of more than 20 years, Wen Shengnan, "I'm fine."

"Is it really okay?"

Wen Shengnan handed over a mineral water bottle.

"I had that recurring dream again..."

Gao Feixue was in tears, but she was completely unaware of it as she talked to Wen Shengnan about the "person in her dream".

She has been dreaming since she was six years old. From the beginning, she relied on one person for survival, went through life and death, and now the blurry dream has become clear. This time, the name of the "person in her dream" has finally appeared.

"The Human Emperor Xiang Ji?"

Wen Shengnan and Gao Feixue grew up together. She passed the civil service exam and became a civil servant, while Gao Feixue became very interested in history because of the "dream lover" incident, and thus became the youngest professor in China.

"No."

Wen Shengnan opened her tablet to search and found that there was no such name as "Human Emperor Xiang Ji" in the five thousand years of Chinese history.

Gao Feixue lightly tapped the electronic archive of the "Historical Records" and zoomed in on a line of blurry seal script: "The two characters 'Human Emperor' only appeared in the fragments of the 'Historical Records'."

"That was the dynasty before the First Emperor, when all eight hundred feudal lords respected the Emperor's decrees."

"The historical records?" Wen Shengnan raised an eyebrow. "So you dreamed about the Battle of Muye?"

She shook her head half-jokingly, "If your dream were written into a novel, it would definitely be a hit."

Gao Feixue did not laugh, but stared intently at the "History Records".

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas and the Records of History have always been regarded as myths written by the ancient ancestors of the Chinese nation. However, the mountains and rivers in them correspond almost one-to-one with the thirteen states of the Chinese nation today."

"The history of the Qing Kingdom before that was interrupted by the First Emperor's 'burning of books and burying of scholars,' and now the international academic community is questioning the continuity of our civilization."

“But the battle descriptions in the historical records are too outrageous. What about the First Emperor single-handedly slaughtering eight hundred feudal lords and destroying a country?” Wen Shengnan gestured exaggeratedly. “If it were really like what is written in the historical records, things like flying through the sky, moving mountains and filling seas…”

She couldn't help but laugh out loud and reached out to poke Gao Feixue's forehead.

"My Professor Gao, modern physics should be relegated to the museum."

“Perhaps it is true.” Gao Feixue added, “Unfortunately, the Rebellion of the Seven States at the end of the Han Dynasty left the historical records incomplete.”

"Just because of your dream?"

Just as Wen Shengnan was about to continue her teasing, the public communication device at her waist suddenly emitted a piercing "beep beep beep" alarm. This high-frequency beeping sound is the exclusive alert tone for the highest level of alarm.

Her expression froze instantly, and she quickly pressed the answer button: "Understood, Minister, I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Wen Shengnan grabbed the police cap on the table and said quickly, "Professor Gao, it's an urgent mission, we'll talk later."

"Ah."

Gao Feixue nodded.

She knew her old classmate worked in a government department where the confidentiality of her work was very high. Gao Feixue continued to study the "Historical Records" and the five thousand years of Chinese history, but the name of Emperor Xiang Ji seemed to have been erased from history.

"Your Majesty? Who are you?"

……

Headquarters of Qingzhou Public Office.

Wen Shengnan hurriedly entered the conference room and found that all the well-known leaders of Qingzhou's public sector were there. What kind of heinous case could attract such a lineup?

"This is Captain Wen, an elite among elites in Qingzhou." The bureau chief stood up and introduced Wen Shengnan to the leaders.

Wen Shengnan glanced around.

In the corner, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, whom I had never seen before, was playing with a bronze object. Next to him, a young man, Wen, who was pretending to be asleep, had a tattoo on his neck that made him look more imposing than a leader.

Why are there unrelated people at such an important meeting? She wondered, but didn't ask rashly.

"sit."

A parchment file marked "Top Secret" was pushed in front of Wen Shengnan. The sealing wax seal had broken, revealing the yellowed edges of the document inside—the Tomb of the First Emperor.

Wen Shengnan opened the document and began to read it. Her pupils suddenly widened in shock. "The First Emperor's tomb is in Qingzhou?? If this can be confirmed, it will rewrite the entire history of the Chinese civilization."

The director shook his head and corrected, "It's not about rewriting the history of Chinese civilization, but about all of humanity undergoing an evolution!"

"What do you mean?" Wen Shengnan asked, puzzled.

“Mr. Li, you explain.” The bureau chief turned to the corner.

The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit slowly stood up. "Three months ago, a boy who could control ice and snow appeared in Siberia. In the freezing cold of minus fifty degrees Celsius, he walked barefoot, and ice flowers bloomed wherever he went."

"Two months ago..."

The projector suddenly turned on automatically, and the screen showed a blond young man spewing out blazing white flames from his palm, melting the entire car into molten iron.

Last week, twelve people in Cairo claimed to have received "divine revelation" and were able to conjure blades from thin air under the scorching sun.

With a flick of his withered finger, the old man brought up a video on the projector: in the desert, several beams of golden light intertwined to form a net, cutting granite into neat squares.

"???" Wen Shengnan thought to herself that she had seen all sorts of things, but she was surprised that such a fantastical matter was being discussed so seriously here.

Mr. Li continued, "These enlightened ones worship the four great gods of revelation."

"During this period, the White God Cult in China has resurfaced and is extremely rampant, openly challenging the country, because the White God they have worshipped for thousands of years has finally sent down a miracle and responded to them not long ago."

The projector suddenly switched images.

On the battlefield amidst the raging gunfire, a giant white snake, a hundred meters long, writhes in the smoke.

Its snow-white scales were shattered by the shells, revealing the writhing flesh beneath. Wherever its scarlet forked tongue swept, more than a dozen fully armed soldiers instantly turned to bones.

But soon, intense artillery fire forced it into a retreat, eventually forcing it to flee into the deep mountains.

"Sir, are you sure this isn't a movie advertisement?"

Wen Shengnan was incredulous. Her gaze was as sharp as a hawk's as she repeatedly scanned the projected images—the flames of the explosion, the flying shrapnel, the soldiers' horrified expressions—every frame was breathtakingly realistic.

Based on her experience, she couldn't find any signs of editing.

Wen Shengnan's temples throbbed. Was it true?!
The conference room suddenly fell silent.

After a long silence, the director finally spoke. "Right now, guns and cannons can barely suppress flesh and blood, but the Awakened can continue to improve their abilities through cultivation and other means... No one knows where their limits are."

"Captain Wen, this is a momentous change in the history of China."

"We cannot fall behind others."

Wen Shengnan didn't possess any "divine revelation" power. Instinctively, she reached for her sidearm; the cool metallic touch calmed her slightly. Realizing something, she abruptly turned to the elderly man in the Zhongshan suit in the corner:
"Wait, what does this have to do with the First Emperor's tomb?"

Wen Shengnan suddenly realized something, her pupils contracted slightly, and she murmured softly, "Since immortals and gods exist... then the Battle of Muye recorded in the historical records..."

She had just been discussing the "Records of History" with Gao Feixue, and was deeply impressed by the First Emperor, who single-handedly destroyed a country.

"Are these myths... all true?"

"Yes."

"The First Emperor, who single-handedly ended the chaos and unified the country, is real."

Mr. Li's voice was hoarse and heavy, "and his tomb may very well contain methods of cultivation."

He paused, then his cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light:

"Even the path to immortality!"

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze. Wen Shengnan felt her heart pounding, her ears ringing. The young man in the corner had opened his eyes at some point—

His pupils had turned into golden vertical pupils!

Within the various Xia states, there were quite a few people who received divine revelation.

"Warriors in the mythical era of the Xia Dynasty were skilled in using a weapon called 'spirit weapon.' With the help of spirit weapons, they could fly through the sky, escape underground, and shatter mountains and split seas. They were called—masters of weapons!"

"The First Emperor should be one of the best among them."

"However, this incomplete historical record states that the First Emperor was sickly in his childhood, but unexpectedly obtained a divine weapon destined by heaven. Relying on the power of this divine weapon, the First Emperor was able to unify the country in a short period of time."

"Captain Wen, the organization has decided that you will lead the team to excavate the First Emperor's tomb. We must obtain the cultivation method and the divine weapon of destiny!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Wen Shengnan accepted the order.

To ensure that the nation would not perish during this momentous time, they needed the "divine weapon of destiny" that the First Emperor, as recorded in the historical annals, wielded to protect the country.

……

[Xue'er's reincarnation, "Gao Feixue," frequently dreams of the First Emperor. She spends her life pursuing the figure of her "dream lover," eventually becoming the youngest professor in the entire land.]

Historians have offered many speculations about the First Emperor, but only two interpretations align with popular opinion.

[The first version is that the First Emperor toured the world, received the Mandate of Heaven to transmit the Dharma, became obsessed with cultivation in his later years, neglected state affairs, and ultimately crossed the sea to seek the immortal mountain, never to return. The Qing Kingdom perished after only two generations.]

The second scenario is that an enemy comes from overseas, and the First Emperor personally leads the expedition, but due to years of warfare, he falls ill and dies far from home.

[There's another, less common theory: the First Emperor conquered the world single-handedly, and his martial arts skills are unmatched throughout history. How could he possibly have died? Just transfer 500 yuan to this account, and tomorrow I will return to reward you and appoint you as a Grand General!!]

[Gao Feixue's old classmate, Wen Shengnan, was in charge of the excavation of the "First Emperor's Tomb" by the Qingzhou government.]

[Inviting Gao Feixue to excavate the "First Emperor's Tomb".]

Due to work confidentiality requirements, Wen Shengnan did not tell Gao Feixue about the existence of the "Apocalypse." Regarding Gao Feixue's ability to dream of the "Battle of Muye," she believed it to be a form of divine revelation.

Perhaps Gao Feixue's past life was related to that nameless and faceless First Emperor.

As archaeological experts excavate the tomb of the First Emperor, the truth is far beyond imagination—

This was not a traditional underground mausoleum, but a magnificent underground palace. As the last layer of earth was cleared away, the three large characters "Changle Palace" came into view.

The moment Gao Feixue put on her gloves and her fingertips touched the palace gate, a familiar shiver ran down her spine—

The palace gates slowly opened, releasing air that had been sealed for a thousand years, carrying a strange scent of rust and sandalwood. Beams of searchlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the interior.

The densely packed murals on the four walls suddenly came to life under the light!

Wen Shengnan strode forward, her gaze quickly sweeping across the mural before suddenly fixing on a particular spot: "Professor Gao, what is depicted in the mural?"

Gao Feixue's throat tightened.

On the left side of the mural, a figure holds a halberd, while feudal lords bow in submission.

[On the right is a scene of mass worship, the people dressed no differently than pedestrians on the street in the 21st century!]

The most chilling thing is the ceiling murals—

[The scene depicted vividly is that of the archaeological site at this moment!]

【at the same time.

Burial Immortal Marquis Dugu Jue and Joyful Buddha sensed a faint, elusive power, and they finally discovered the approximate location of "Xiazhou Heaven."

……

(End of this chapter)