He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

At the same time, the Qin Dynasty accelerated its unification efforts.

Just one month after the Battle of Yan Hui Valley ended, Emperor Ying Ji of Qin issued an edict in Xianyang to punish the rebels.

The imperial edict was extremely short, consisting of only a few words, and was engraved on three bamboo slips.

The gist is: The division of the country into seven kingdoms was the source of turmoil in the world.

The Qin Dynasty will unify the world and end the war.

Those who submit will retain their fiefdoms and titles; those who resist will face the destruction of their kingdom the day their city falls.

When the news reached Luozhou City, Yun Wantong was fiddling with an abacus in his accounting room.

After listening to the steward's report, he remained silent for a moment, then pushed the abacus onto the table:

"Go to the warehouse and retrieve all our inventory lists from Daqin."

The person in charge was puzzled:

"Master, the Qin Dynasty is about to go to war. Instead of retreating, we're asking for supplies?"

Yun Wantong glanced at him:

"War isn't about soldiers, it's about money."

"The fact that the Qin Dynasty dared to declare war on six states at the same time shows that their treasury was already overflowing."

"At this time, whoever gets the upper hand in war supplies will get the biggest slice of the pie after the war."

Yun Wantong's judgment was as accurate as ever.

In the following months, the Qin army launched a series of breathtaking offensives—first taking three northern states of the Great Yan to cut off its source of warhorses.

Then they marched south to attack the Song Dynasty, using their navy to cut off the Yangtze River and separate the Song Dynasty's granaries in the south from their own territory.

At the same time, they marched west out of Hangu Pass, using a detachment to contain Da Wu and prevent him from making any rash moves.

With each conquered province, the Qin dynasty's imperial system would cover that province.

This was not a simple conquest and occupation, but rather the integration of every inch of land into the Qin Dynasty's network of destiny.

The people in the occupied territories discovered that although Qin law was harsh, it was at least fair compared to the exorbitant taxes levied by local powerful families during the war—fair to the point of being ruthless, but it was indeed fair.

The discipline of the Qin army left everyone speechless:

No one shall be violated, and those who disobey shall be executed.

This is by no means an empty slogan.

The Qin army had a special law enforcement unit called the Court of Justice. After executing three captains who had committed robbery, the entire army fell silent.

Seven months later, the Great Yan was destroyed.

On the day the Great Yan city of Youzhou fell, the old Yan king in the Jicheng palace burned himself to death in front of the ancestral temple.

Thirteen months later, the Song Dynasty surrendered.

The city gates of Lin'an, the capital of the Song Dynasty, opened voluntarily—this was said by the last prime minister of the Song Dynasty in court:

"If a battle cannot be won, every extra day of fighting will result in the deaths of thousands or tens of thousands more people."

"Let's lower it."

That night, the imperial seal of the Song Dynasty was placed in a brocade box and presented to the commander-in-chief of the Qin army by the last prince of the Song Dynasty.

Sixteen months later, the Great Wu was thrown into turmoil.

When the Great Wu Emperor learned that the Great Yan had been destroyed and the Great Song had surrendered, he made a decision that no one had expected—to personally lead the army into battle.

As soon as the army left the capital, the crown prince, who was left behind, launched a coup, closed the city gates, and declared himself emperor.

The emperor, who had personally led the expedition, was trapped outside the capital, facing the Qin army in front and his son's rebel army behind, caught in a dilemma.

Three days later, the emperor died suddenly in the military camp, the cause of death unknown.

The crown prince surrendered the city, and the Great Wu dynasty fell.

Twenty months later, the Great Qian Dynasty fought a decisive battle against the Great Qin Dynasty outside Yan Hui Pass.

The Great Qian Emperor personally led 300,000 elite troops to clash head-on with the main force of the Qin army on the grasslands.

The battle lasted eleven days, with more than 200,000 casualties on both sides.

On the morning of the twelfth day, an army suddenly appeared behind the Qin army—not reinforcements, but the Gu insect legion from Miao territory.

This mysterious army, which emerged from the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains, has somehow submitted to the Qin Dynasty.

Besieged on both sides, the Great Qian Dynasty collapsed, and Yan Hui Pass fell.

The Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty was captured, and the Miao region surrendered without a fight.

After twenty-three months, the seven kingdoms were unified.

When the Qin army's black banners were planted on the last city that had not yet surrendered, all the reincarnators in the world felt a violent tremor.

That was the vibration of the laws of heaven and earth.

The Qin Dynasty's fortune-telling system covered the entire territory, and the fortunes of the seven states began to converge on Xianyang.

Seven dragon veins awakened from the ground beneath their respective capitals, like seven giant dragons that had slumbered for millions of years, raising their heads simultaneously and letting out a silent roar toward Xianyang.

Where dragon veins converge, strange phenomena appear in the sky.

A golden sea of ​​clouds appeared in the sky above Xianyang, and in the center of the sea of ​​clouds, a huge vortex slowly rotated.

Deep within the vortex, the faint outline of an extremely magnificent palace could be seen—the prototype of the Immortal Dynasty.

At this moment, all the reincarnated beings scattered throughout the world sensed the change in destiny.

In a cave on a desolate mountain outside Lin'an City during the Song Dynasty, Xiao Yanzhi was repairing the core of a battle formation damaged after the Battle of Yan Hui Valley.

The moment he sensed the shift in destiny, his hand suddenly stopped, and the array light at his fingertips flickered.

After a long silence, he put down the array plate, walked out of the cave, and looked in the direction of Xianyang.

Even thousands of miles away, the golden sea of ​​clouds on the horizon could be faintly seen with a golden glow.

"The Chosen One".

Xiao Yanzhi murmured to himself, his voice filled with extremely complex emotions—shock and realization, "The chosen one of this world is actually the emperor of Qin."

"Isn't this a downgraded world? How can it still have the ability to give birth to a destiny? Has this world... gone mad?"

In Miao territory, A-Chong sat on a branch of an ancient banyan tree, the silver bells on her ankles jingling in the evening breeze.

I've forgotten my original name.

This is the name of this body; he lives on it, so this is his name.

When he sensed the impending change of destiny, he was teasing a fist-sized Gu worm with a blade of grass.

The grass stems stopped.

He raised his head, his dark eyes piercing through the dense banyan leaves, gazing towards the distant north.

A moment later, he lowered his head and continued to tease the Gu worm, muttering something under his breath:

"That old man is so strong, yet he's not the chosen one of this century?"

"Is this world... really this outrageous?"

In a nameless town on the border between the Great Qian and the Great Yan, Xu Youlan was sitting in a teahouse drinking tea.

When the sense of impending change in destiny descended, her hand holding the cup paused slightly, and a very fine ripple appeared in the tea.

She put down her teacup and looked out the window.

On the horizon, the golden sea of ​​clouds shimmered faintly, and a look of confusion appeared on her face:

"Such a massive convergence of fortune... Is this a dynasty? Is the destiny of this world... so arrogant?"

Luozhou City, Yun Mansion Villa.

When Shen Qingqing found Yun Yi, he was sitting at a stone table under a locust tree, with a half-open medical book in front of him, his brows furrowed, deep in thought.

The golden light of the sea of ​​clouds shone down from the sky, falling on the pages of the book and tinting the ink characters with a faint golden hue.

In the past two years, he has mastered two supernatural powers.

The final supernatural power still lacks a powerful system of knowledge.

Shen Qingqing sat down opposite him, placed a freshly brewed pot of tea on the stone table, poured a cup for herself, and poured a cup for Yun Yi as well.

"You sensed it?"

She asked.

Yun Yi, his thoughts interrupted, looked up and nodded.

"Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, Ying Ji."

Shen Qingqing read out the name, then shook her head. "I've checked everything about him, but all the results show that he's only twenty-one years old."

"This is not right, this is absolutely not right."

"This world is downgraded, and the downgrade period is not long."

"In just a thousand years, the world cannot possibly give birth to a new destiny; that would be tantamount to self-destruction."

"But a new destiny has indeed emerged."

"So I suspect there's something wrong with the world, but I don't know where the problem lies."

Yun Yi spoke without hesitation:

"So what are your plans?"

Shen Qingqing did not hesitate:

"They will definitely hold back."

"With such immense fortune, one can imagine how powerful this destiny is."

"But correspondingly, this guy is definitely worth a lot of money. I estimate he'll be worth at least 200,000 points, and maybe even 300,000."

"Although our alliance already has more than sixteen reincarnators, in the end, we are just trying to protect ourselves."

"I don't have the authority to mobilize them."

"So I decided to hold back and see if there were any other reincarnators who couldn't wait any longer."

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