Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

In Xianyang, Russell and Ying Zheng sat facing each other. To Ying Zheng's right, the Imperial Seal of the State hung on the already perfected Dragon-Slaying Sword, its imperial aura gilding the sword with the destiny of the nation.

In the corridor outside, Xiao Yan, Zhou Yi, and the others were also looking up.

"Han Li is about to succeed." Russell's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

On the battlefield of Dongsheng Shenzhou, the Daoist aura belonging to Zhulong was visibly diminishing, while Han Li's aura was rapidly increasing.

The universe is vast, and so is time and space.

The river of time and space contains the concept of endless space; a single choice may lead to the birth of a parallel universe.

Every living being has countless possibilities. In one timeline, you may be just an ordinary person, but in another timeline, you may become a Golden Immortal.

The Great Luo Number transcends all time and space; once accomplished, it is eternal; once proven, it is eternally proven.

Even if there are countless possibilities and timelines in the river of time, and countless versions of oneself in each timeline spread to the end, there is only one inevitability: to achieve the Great Luo.

If Han Li does not want to change his own path, he must cut down the Great Luo who occupies this path from the source in the original time and space.

Han Li's success this time proves that his idea was correct.

The three patriarchs of Taoism and Buddhism, along with Ye Fan and many other powerful figures from various heavens, jointly created this vast world. Naturally, there must have been some reason behind it.

If his prediction is correct, the original purpose of this realm was to allow those who have not yet transcended to transcend.

Therefore, this world has lost many people who should have been there, and given up many places that should have been occupied by people.

Therefore, he searched the entire prehistoric world but could not find any trace of the Six Saints, and he could not find any news about Ye Fan and the other two.

Meng Qi stepped into the legend, thus initiating a calamity for this world. Therefore, if things go as expected, he should be the one to bring about the final tribulation.

It's unclear how he will resolve this calamity—whether it's by becoming a saint or by seizing the source of a certain Great Dao...

"So brave."

At that moment, Ying Zheng's eyes emitted countless rays of divine light. With the Dragon-Slaying Sword in hand, an endless storm surged above Xianyang City in an instant, with ripples rolling and surging, creating layers of folds in time and space.

The soldiers and civilians in the city looked up and saw that the infinite spacetime was in chaos, the starry sea was shaking, the stars were twinkling, and endless chaotic energy poured down from beyond the infinite spacetime like trillions of celestial rivers.

The ancestral dragon extends its claws high in the heavens!

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up, the sky was covered by soft golden light, his figure appeared infinitely larger, and he raised his sword to strike.

Among all the heavens and myriad realms, what is the most dazzling?

Some might say the Four Swords of Zhuxian are unparalleled in their offensive power, others might say the God-Slaying Spear exudes overwhelming killing intent, still others might say the Yuan Tu Abi is untouched by karma, and the Six Soul Banner shakes the primordial chaos...

At this moment, in the eyes of the First Emperor, the Dragon-Slaying Sword in Ying Zheng's hand was the most powerful sword in history, capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

Boundless human fortune fosters the hatred of all races towards the dragon race, and nourishes the laws of the Immortal Qin Emperor. Each of these laws can forge an unparalleled divine weapon, let alone this trinity of dragon-slaying power.

boom!
The city of Xianyang, along with the endless territory of the Immortal Qin connected to it, and many secret realms trembled together. Endless human fortune burst forth as Ying Zheng's sword fell.

In an instant, a vast and magnificent aura poured out in all directions, and a thunderous divine sound shook the boundless heaven and earth, as majestic as clouds hanging from the sky.

Within an immeasurably vast void, countless human dragons stood tall, roaring towards the ancient, bearded dragon at the highest point of the heavens.

The First Emperor and the First Emperor, finally today, Emperor versus Emperor!
The ripples between the Daos collided and crashed against the protective array above Xianyang City, unleashing countless terrifying yet dazzling rays of light.

One is the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons, who bears the Mandate of Heaven; the other is the Emperor of Man, who stands on the foundation of humanity's destiny.

The two seem to have no connection in any way, so it's unlikely that they would come to this point of fighting to the death.

Unfortunately, the title "Zulong" is very complicated, involving a battle for the title and a fight to seize it.

"You audacious monster, how dare you cause chaos!"

"What kind of demon dares to offend my Immortal Qin!"

"kill!"

In Xianyang City, rows of armored soldiers soared into the sky.

They didn't know who their opponent was, or what their strength was.

All they knew was that their emperor was fighting a powerful enemy.

The mighty Qin people, united in the face of national crisis, will fight until their blood is spilled and they die!

"Humanity is incomplete, how can you contend with me?" Purple lightning ripped through the sky, and the voice of the Ancestral Dragon boomed from infinite dimensions.

Unlike any previous encounter, the three races had previously restrained each other, and even the Ancestral Dragon dared not devote his entire being to the fight against the Immortal Qin.

Now that the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan are allied, and the Phoenix Clan is restrained by the Qilin Clan, he can reveal his Great Dao without any scruples.

A colossal chaotic dragon, large enough to stretch across the universe and galaxies, revealed its true form.

The roars of billions of divine dragons shook the primordial continent.

Accompanied by the roar of a dragon, the rolling sound waves were like the tidal wave of the universe collapsing.

He is the beginning, the end, and eternity!
At this moment, all the wills watching over Xianyang City of Xianqin were moved.

In their perception, it seemed to have become an incomparably pure divine realm, where all laws and Dao essences were repelled and isolated.

The Ancestral Dragon extended its claw again, and with this claw, the sky collapsed, and the barrier surrounding the Immortal Qin was cracked almost instantly.

Even the First Emperor's majestic body seemed to bow down at this moment.

"Is humanity incomplete?" Ying Zheng retorted, raising the Dragon-Slaying Sword high, with the Imperial Seal of the State hanging above his head, suppressing the heavens and ruling over all people.

Amidst the roar, a torrent of humanity manifested around him. Initially, it was just a thin wisp, about the thickness of an ordinary person's finger, but in an instant, it became as turbulent as a great river, rolling across the sky, magnificent and endless.

This is not just the fortune of the Qin Kingdom, but at this moment, all the humans in the entire Southern Continent, regardless of gender, age, or status, whether emperors, generals, or commoners, felt as if a fire had been ignited in their hearts. Countless sparks of humanity crossed mountains and rivers and merged into that golden torrent!

"Old Qin man, the enemy is at it again, what should we do?!"

Gu Nan put on her killing mask, stepped forward, and unleashed her sword, Wu Ge, with boundless divine light.

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

Figures ascended into the air, forming pairs, groups of three or five, and armies, all shouting in unison, "Great wind!"

Centered on Xianyang City, it radiated outwards to the entire territory controlled by the Qin Dynasty.

Endless iron and blood burned in the infinite void. In various times and spaces, in various universes, countless Qin warriors stepped out in unison, shaking the weapons and singing the song of "No Clothes".

"What a First Emperor! What a mighty Qin Dynasty!"

In the Taiji Hall of Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, feeling the overwhelming call of humanity sweeping across the land, laughed heartily as he gazed at Xianyang. With a flick of his wrist, the Great Tang Jade Seal, which carried the faith and destiny of hundreds of millions of people of the Tang Dynasty, appeared in his palm.

The jade seal was filled with celestial energy, and its aura flowed with radiant light, as if a giant whale of fortune was siphoning in and out.

Li Shimin stared at the imperial seal for only a moment before suddenly exerting force with his five fingers and squeezing it tightly.

The jade seal shattered instantly, and an incomparably dazzling beam of light erupted from the Taiji Hall in Chang'an, like a golden dragon awakening, traversing the void and transforming into a torrent of humanity, flowing into the First Emperor's physical body. (Shenhan, Weiyang Palace)

Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang also laughed heartily, slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his eyes shining with the same light as when he first saw the First Emperor's carriage, and said with great emotion: "A true man should be like this!"

In his palm, the Crimson Sky Sword, which contained the true meaning of the Emperor's Way and slew the White Serpent's uprising, instantly manifested, its blade humming, and a crimson dragon appeared and disappeared.

"Your Majesty! No!"

A group of civil and military officials, led by Dongfang Shuo, stepped forward, cupped their hands in unison to dissuade him, and looked worried.

Dongfang Shuo said urgently, "Your Majesty, you are wise. The fortune of our Han Dynasty was damaged by Wang Mang's usurpation and has long been lost. If we lend the remaining fortune to the First Emperor, and if Wang Mang and Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, take the opportunity to launch an attack, I'm afraid our Han territory will be in grave danger and unable to resist!"

At this moment, Marquis Liu Zhang Liang added, "Your Majesty, please think carefully. This is the foundation of the nation and should not be touched lightly."

Liu Bang looked at these loyal ministers before him, but simply waved his hand casually, a carefree yet heroic smile on his face:

"Hey! Looking back and forth, is that your style? If the nation's fate is lost, then we'll fight again!"

He pointed to his neck and laughed, "Your head is right here, nothing to worry about."

Having said that, he no longer hesitated, gripped the hilt of the Crimson Sky Sword, gathered all his divine power, and hurled it fiercely toward Xianyang.

Roar--

A crimson dragon phantom roared out from the Crimson Sky Sword, tearing through the void and charging fiercely towards the converging torrent of humanity.

The imperial palace of Wang Mang's Xin Dynasty.

The moment the Crimson Sword was drawn from Weiyang Palace, Han Xin, Sima Yi, and the others focused their attention on Wang Mang, the transmigrator emperor with a special identity, who sat on the dragon throne.

Should they seize the opportunity to weaken or even annex the severely weakened shaman, reaping the benefits? Or...?

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Wang Mang smiled brightly. He gently patted the armrest of the dragon throne and said in a relaxed tone, "What's more interesting than being an emperor and going to slay the dragon with Brother Zheng?"

He pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched the pillar of destiny, which represented the core of the new dynasty's national fortune.

A ray of humanistic energy, though slightly inferior to that of the Han and Tang dynasties, was equally dazzling. It rose from the palace of the new dynasty, like a nimble black serpent, and merged perfectly with the red dragon of fortune thrown by Liu Bang in mid-air. They became inseparable and then joined together under the vast humanistic radiance that covered the sky.

At this point, the trend of humanity has been established.

A profound and weighty aura of humanity, as vast as countless mountains and the stars in the heavens, settled upon Ying Zheng's shoulders.

The golden torrent that originally surrounded Ying Zheng instantly expanded beyond the primordial world into the chaos.

An eternal river, stretching across the heavens and illuminating all ages, bearing the hopes of all humankind for the past, present, and future, has appeared.

Ying Zheng's Dharma body rose infinitely high in the torrent, as if it had become the embodiment of humanity, its sharpness radiating and manifesting countless aspects of humanity.

On one hand, there is the changing landscape of the land and sea, the rise of the wild human race, the arduous journey, the many changes and transformations, the history of human evolution.

On one hand, there is a long and arduous road of battle, fighting against demons, battling dragons, and opposing immortals and Buddhas, striving to rival gods and demons!

Ying Zheng raised his hand and clenched it slightly, causing the Dragon-Slaying Sword to resonate for billions of miles.

Even the many beings watching the scene from an endless distance couldn't help but feel a chill between their brows, as if a sword had pierced their foreheads.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"What a saga of the Immortal Qin Ancestral Dragon." In the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi leaned against the ginseng fruit tree, silently making deductions.

Unlike other peak-level Great Luo cultivators, he had already been on the path of seeking the Great Dao for a long time.

Discuss the Dao with Heaven and Earth, and befriend the Three Pure Ones.

He chose to fall into this realm, wanting to find a way to take his final step after transcending the Three Pure Ones.

Seeing Ying Zheng confront the First Emperor directly, I secretly wondered how high he could ultimately reach.

Is it Haotian or Xuanyuan?

……

"When the time comes, heaven and earth will work together..."

Ying Zheng sighed softly, and a flat crown with ten pillars appeared on his head.

Strands and wisps of divine light, like waterfalls, cascaded down from the crown worn by Ying Zheng. Behind the beaded curtain, the majestic eyes that seemed to merge with the heavens finally relaxed a little.

Ying Zheng straightened his back, slowly raised his head, and flames burst forth in his eyes. After thousands of years of planning, he was finally about to succeed.

"Catch the sword."

As the Dragon-Slaying Sword was unleashed, an endless intent of warfare and slaughter emanated from it.

Thousands of years have passed since the beginning of time, but the timeline has already stretched to billions of years.

For countless millennia, the human race's desire to kill the dragon race erupted at this moment, forcing even the Ancestral Dragon to fight back with all its might.

"The rest is up to us."

With the overall situation settled, the entire Immortal Qin, under the leadership of Ying Zheng, entered a mysterious and profound realm together with the Ancestral Dragon.

Now, it was Russell's turn to deal with the protagonists of the various realms.

What they need to do now is to slaughter the entire primordial dragon race and completely eradicate the very foundation of the Ancestral Dragon.

This is not difficult for them now.

Among the dragons, there are three Great Luo beings besides the Ancestral Dragon. Zhulong is now practically dead, leaving only Yinglong and Qinglong.

The Azure Dragon will not act rashly; he is the last remaining spark of the dragon race. Therefore, they only need to deal with the dragon.

"He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's money is bound to do his bidding..." Fang Han chuckled lightly and strode out on his own.

Behind him, the Gate of Creation seemed to stand almost above all other paths.

"Let me test the methods of the Great Luo here." Hong Yi also transformed into the Eight Trigrams and disappeared without a trace.

Fuxi created the Pre-Heaven Yi, Shennong created the Lianshan Yi, Xuanyuan created the Guicang Yi, and King Wen of Zhou summarized all the principles and deduced the King of All Classics, the Yi Jing.

At this point, whether it is the Innate Yi, the Lianshan Yi, the Guicang Yi, or the Yijing, they all belong to the creation of the Great Yi.

Therefore, among all the protagonists of the heavens, in terms of cultivation alone, only Fang Han, who is the spirit of the Gate of Creation, can rival him.

Among the remaining people, Wang Lin and Bai Xiaochun made the fastest progress, while Xiao Yan and Lin Dong were only ahead of Lu Sheng.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, why don't you come to my Wuzhuang Temple for a chat?"

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi sat cross-legged beside a clear spring.

He felt it was time for him to have a serious talk with this person. (End of Chapter)