Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

On the eighth day of the twelfth month of the first year of Qin Shi Huang's reign, it snowed heavily.

The vast sky, at the horizon where the sky meets the sea of ​​clouds, the interplay of light and shadow accentuates its grandeur.

The celestial and spiritual essence transformed into dazzling, colorful light, as if one could hear the echoes of the Great Dao.

Inside Xianyang, snowflakes, as white as goose feathers, fluttered down, covering the red walls and black tiles, adorning this iron-blooded imperial capital with a silver-white hue.

Children, undeterred by the bitter cold, cheered and chased snowflakes through the streets and alleys. Merchants and vendors held up thick awnings, their shouts ringing out loudly in the chilly air. Some pedestrians hunched their shoulders, trudging through the crunching snow, heads down, calculating their year-end income and expenses.

Russell ultimately had no intention of cooperating with these otherworldly beings. After leaving Wuzhuang Temple, he returned directly to Xianyang.

Regardless of how deep their thoughts are, their pursuit of transcending the Dao and attaining enlightenment alone dooms their alliance to fragility.

With the Great Dao at their feet, they were masters of the principle of "better to die than to die," and when it came to harming their allies, they were ruthless and heartless, showing absolutely no remorse. Russell dared not gamble his life on the conscience of these old monsters.

Time flies, and three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past three thousand years, the great wars that have swept across the primordial world, the battles between the Immortal Qin and the Dragon Clan, and between the Phoenix and the Qilin, have finally come to an end.

This battle did not cause the cataclysmic destruction and shattering of the continent like in the original primordial era, but the high-level combat power of the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan was completely wiped out.

All the dragons at the Great Luo level have perished, and the number of true dragons at the Golden Immortal level can be counted on one hand. The once mighty scaly dragons that roamed the world have been severely weakened and have become history.

The situation with the Qilin clan was even more dire; the appearance of the Seven Treasures Tree thoroughly enraged Kong Xuan.

After annihilating the current prodigy, the only thing Kong Xuan did was to storm Qilin Cliff.

According to the accounts of the demons who were fortunate enough to live near Qilin Cliff, for a thousand years, the world was indistinguishable between day and night, and the sun, moon and stars could not be found. All that could be seen was the terrifying five-colored divine light, which swept across the world again and again, like a plow sweeping across a cave.

After this battle, the Qilin clan was not completely wiped out, but only a few big and small cats remained. It was already a luxury for the clan to have even one celestial being, let alone to transform into an auspicious creature and wield the power over the earth.

In this world, humanity and the heavens interact, and fluctuations in human affairs represent shifts in the overall trend of the heavens.

It is foreseeable that before the start of the next era, the human race will be the sole protagonist in this primordial world. The phoenix race, having allied with the Immortal Qin and serving as its totem, shares the immense fortune of the human race and has thus become a newly emerging auspicious creature recognized by heaven and earth, with a stable position.

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The solemn and resonant sound of the imperial court bell echoed deep within the palace, its sound waves radiating in all directions, clearly reaching the entire city of Xianyang, and even causing a slight ripple in the human fortune.

Ying Zheng sat high on the throne surrounded by nine dragons, his body enveloped in dazzling golden divine light, a manifestation of the accumulated human destiny of the primordial world, majestic and unfathomable.

Today is the first grand court assembly since his triumphant return after completely suppressing the First Emperor. Everyone, from emperors and generals in the imperial court to ordinary people in the marketplace, is paying close attention to this event.

As with every major battle that has determined the fate of the nation, rewarding those who have made contributions is an unavoidable and crucial part of the event.

Unlike the fame and fortune of mortals, the current Immortal Qin title, accompanied by the blessing of fortune and the allocation of resources, represents a real improvement in cultivation level.

After a grand ceremony of bestowing honors, and thanks to their immense military achievements and the overwhelming national fortune, the Qin Dynasty court gained thirteen new Grand Luo Golden Immortals and hundreds of Golden Immortals. The high-end combat power of the entire Immortal Qin Dynasty experienced an explosive growth.

After winning the battle for the title against the First Dragon, Ying Zheng completely inherited the First Dragon's legacy and authority. At this moment, his aura had firmly reached the pinnacle of the Great Luo realm, making him one of the few giants in the prehistoric world.

Ying Zheng sat upright on the dragon throne, his divine gaze sweeping over the assembled civil and military officials below. A barely perceptible smile played on his lips as he suddenly asked, "Has Lord Gu Hong not attended court again today?"

The voice was calm, yet it clearly resonated throughout the hall.

The expressions of all the officials and civil servants remained unchanged in the face of this.

Within the Qin Dynasty, Russell was known for his laziness. He always avoided formal appearances and complicated procedures, a situation that Ying Zheng and his ministers had long been accustomed to.

Having just been appointed as the Imperial Preceptor, and with the blessing of the nation's fortune and his own accumulated strength, Gu Nan, whose cultivation had broken through to the Great Luo realm, stepped forward upon hearing this and bowed, replying, "Your Majesty, it seems that Lord Gu Hong is tinkering with some novel gadgets in his residence."

"Oh?" Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow, immediately showing interest.

What Russell was so engrossed in tinkering with must have been something extraordinary.

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Meanwhile, in the backyard of Lord Gu Hong's residence.

The scene was completely different from the solemn and majestic imperial palace.

Led by Russell, Han Li and Hong Yi flanked him like bodyguards, with a large group of people surrounding them, including Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, Ji Ning, Bai Xiaochun, and Lu Sheng.

Everyone looked solemn, their gazes fixed on a small, specially designated patch of fertile land shrouded in spiritual energy.

In the center of the fertile land, a fruit with all four limbs and facial features, like a delicately carved jade infant, is enveloped in a layer of magical aura, half-hidden in the soil that exudes the aura of innate life force.

Xiao Yan stroked his chin and asked with some doubt, "Is your method really reliable? This is a ginseng fruit."

As the main executor of the plan, Han Li was also somewhat uncertain, and habitually analyzed it cautiously:
"Based on my years of experience in cultivating various spiritual plants, as long as they belong to the woody plant family, theoretically, with suitable soil, spiritual energy, and methods, they can almost be successfully cultivated. However, as you said, this is a ginseng fruit with an innate spiritual root and extraordinary origins, which cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

Hong Yi, standing to the side, appeared relatively relaxed, with a civilized light gleaming in his eyes, as if he had just conducted some calculations. He said, "Don't worry, I have already calculated that the probability of success for this attempt is at least 20%."

"Twenty percent!?" Bai Xiaochun almost jumped up upon hearing this, and said with a smirk, "Doesn't that mean there's an 80% chance?"

Ignoring Bai Xiaochun's clamor, Russell turned his gaze to Lu Sheng, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, and asked, "Brother Sheng, what do you think? Shall we do this job?"

This ginseng fruit belongs to Lu Sheng after all. Their whining here is useless; they still have to see what Lu Sheng wants.

"I'll stand and watch." Lu Sheng licked his dry lips, staring at the ginseng fruit, and said, "The bold get rich, the timid starve. For future freedom to enjoy ginseng fruit... let's drink!"

"Alright! Let's do it!" Russell immediately made the decision, waving his hand: "Han Li, go!"

"Alright!" Han Li immediately took out the small green bottle, uncorked it, and was about to start. After destroying the Candle Dragon, he was only one step away from becoming a Great Luo Immortal. As his Dao-proving treasure, the Heavenly Palm Bottle naturally received the blessing of the Dao patterns of heaven and earth, making it even more powerful than before. It was precisely because of this that he dared to have some confidence to try planting this ginseng fruit.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Tutor has arrived—"

Just then, a eunuch's unique and high-pitched voice rang out from the gate of the mansion.

Han Li paused, and the onlookers were also stunned. They all turned around and looked at Ying Zheng and Gu Nan, who were walking into the backyard one after the other from the gate.

Russell stepped forward and asked in confusion, "Brother Zheng, Sister Nan, if I remember correctly, isn't today the Grand Court Assembly? What brings you here?"

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the ginseng fruit that was half-buried in the center of the fertile soil, and a smile appeared on his lips: "If I hadn't come, wouldn't I have missed such an interesting thing?"

Only Bertrand Russell would attempt to cultivate innate spiritual roots.

"Aren't you afraid that if you really succeed, that ancestor of earth immortals will come knocking on your door?" Gu Nan also found it funny. When she read novels before, people used branches and origins to cultivate innate spiritual roots, but Russell directly used ginseng fruit.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Russell pointed at Ying Zheng with his small hand and said, "If the sky falls, Brother Zheng will hold it up."

"Great." Gu Nan clapped her hands and then reminded him, "By the way, be careful of Black Emperor and Duan De."

"What are you saying! What kind of talk is this!" Upon hearing this, Black Emperor and Duan De immediately became anxious. This was Chun Chun's slander against them!

"Shut up." Wang Lin glared at Duan De and Hei Huang, who immediately shut up and shrank back to the side.

For over a thousand years, they have been taught a lesson by Wang Lin, and they are now afraid of him.

"Since it is an innate spiritual root, why not plant it in the Epang Palace?" Ying Zheng suggested.

As the saying goes, "When the six kings were defeated, the world was unified, the Shu Mountains were leveled, and the Epang Palace emerged, covering more than three hundred miles and blocking out the sun and sky." But now, the Epang Palace is not in the primordial wilderness, but outside the chaos. It is an immortal fortress built by Qin Shi Huang with the power of the immortal Qin dynasty.

The foundation stones used to build the Epang Palace were all from Buzhou Mountain, not to mention the other decorations.

Imagine the day the Epang Palace was completed, when endless natural treasures poured down like an inverted Milky Way.

To outsiders, all they saw was a sudden burst of dazzling celestial light from the endless, high heavens, with auspicious colors flowing down for trillions of miles, revealing an infinitely majestic and sacred palace in the sky under the reflection of the light and shadow.

According to Ying Zheng's idea, he wanted to be the emperor of the human world and also the king of the heavens.

"As for the Epang Palace..." Han Li pondered carefully. The principles outside the chaos were complex, but the chaotic energy was dense. However, they had the Heavenly Bottle, the Gate of Creation, and the Great Dao of the Book of Changes, so purifying the chaotic energy would not be difficult. He nodded and said, "Perhaps we can give it a try."

"Then let's go."

Whether it's Russell, Ying Zheng, Gu Nan, or the protagonists of the various realms, they are all prominent figures in the Qin Dynasty, and today's day is truly exceptional.

As a result, the news that Lord Gu Hong was planning to plant ginseng fruit in the Epang Palace spread like wildfire.

A vast multitude of Qin officials, both civil and military, rushed to the Epang Palace, watching Han Li and Fang Han's movements amidst the overflowing chaos and swirling auspicious light.

The group channeled their divine power, gently raised their hands, and saw countless strands of silk descend.

Although most of the people from Great Qin have established themselves in the Great Luo realm, there is still a significant gap between those who reached the Great Luo realm by relying on the Great Qin's fortune and those like Han Li who truly relied on their own efforts.

At present, everyone has just arrived at the Great Luo, and the gap is not obvious yet. As they go further and further on the path of cultivation, the former will be to the latter as the Qilinzi is to Kong Xuan, and can be killed with a flick of the wrist.

Ginseng fruit is not among the five elements. It falls when it encounters metal, withers when it encounters wood, dissolves when it encounters water, burns when it encounters fire, and enters the earth when it encounters soil. However, the soil formed by this chaotic energy has become the most suitable breeding ground for ginseng fruit.

While they were adding ingredients to the ginseng fruit, Li Si rushed over and brought the following message to Russell and Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Lord Gu Hong, Venus and Fairy Yunxiao are requesting an audience outside the city."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng looked at Russell and asked, "Is he another friend of Lord Gu Hong?"

Over this period of time, he had gotten used to it. Almost every extraordinary person who came to this world and had some reputation had some connection with Russell.

"This is really not it."

Of course, although he and Li Changshou had little interaction before, they now knew each other, and that was enough.

The two then arrived at the main hall of the Epang Palace. Before long, led by Li Si, the two figures entered the hall.

Over the past three thousand years, Li Changshou has pushed the Great Dao of Balance to the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from the Great Luo realm. If there are no unexpected events, he will be able to break through this barrier before the end of the next great calamity.

The two entered the hall, their gazes sweeping over Ying Zheng and Luo Su, before stepping forward and bowing respectfully: "The rogue cultivator Li Changgeng, accompanied by his Daoist companion Yunxiao, greets Your Majesty and Lord Guhong."

Behave appropriately, neither servile nor arrogant.

Ying Zheng sat upright on the dragon throne, looked Li Changshou and Yunxiao over, nodded slightly, and then asked bluntly, "Both of you are extraordinary people who have transcended worldly affairs. What brings you to my Immortal Qin today?"

Li Changshou said solemnly, "To be honest, Chang Geng wishes to lead all the fellow Daoists of the Jie Sect to join the Xian Qin army, to serve His Majesty, and to contribute our modest efforts to the prosperity of humanity."

Since the convergence of humanity three thousand years ago and the defeat of the First Emperor, he began to plan a way out for his friends from his previous life.

Although his master and two uncles had disappeared without a trace, and it was unclear whether the Investiture of the Gods calamity would still occur, he dared not gamble on even a one in ten million possibility.

Over the past three thousand years, he has traveled extensively across the primordial land, gathering together with the Three Immortals and their fellow disciples from his memories. After much deliberation, he finally placed his bets on the Immortal Qin.

Despite the current prosperity of the Immortal Qin Dynasty, which seems as splendid as flowers in full bloom and oil on a blazing fire, Li Changshou knew that hidden beneath this splendor lay an unimaginable abyss.

Based on the clues he had, he could roughly deduce the truth about the next great calamity—

There is no so-called war between the Lich King and the Demon King in this world, nor is there even a Lich King race. Therefore, the next great calamity will actually be a battle between the human race and the demon race. (End of this chapter)