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

Two months later, the Great Qin Dynasty was officially upgraded to the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

The golden sea of ​​clouds above Xianyang split open at the moment of the upgrade, and a golden beam of light that pierced the heavens and the earth shot down from the center of the vortex, enveloping the entire city of Xianyang.

The beam of light lasted for seven days and seven nights.

Seven days later, the pillar of light dissipated, and Xianyang City had completely changed—the palace walls were no longer made of brick and stone, but were spiritual structures reinforced by layers of immortal restrictions; the 2,400-year-old ginkgo tree had transformed into a spiritual plant with immortal roots, its leaves shimmering with a faint golden light, and a spiritual spring had appeared beneath it, its water crystal clear, and drinking a drop could extend one's life by ten years.

The Fortune System covers the entire territory of the world. Fortune is no longer an intangible existence, but has become substantial—golden bands of fortune rise from the seven directions of heaven and earth, crisscrossing and weaving a golden network that covers the entire world.

Ordinary people cannot see it, but everyone who has cultivated to the level of a terrestrial immortal can sense the existence of that net, and sense that the center of the net is Xianyang, and the person at the center is Ying Ji.

The manifestation of destiny brought about a change that no one had anticipated: the upper limit of this world's realm was redefined.

Grandmasters were already the pinnacle of martial arts in the open, while Celestials were already legends.

However, after the Immortal Dynasty was upgraded, the rules of heaven and earth were rewritten, and the ceiling of realms began to loosen.

The Celestial Beings are no longer an unattainable peak—at least in this newly established Celestial Dynasty, they have become the next step that can be touched.

Xianyang City, Qin Palace.

Ying Ji stood before the Hall of Unification of the Four Seas, his hands behind his back, looking up at the golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

A beam of light shone down from the center of the golden sea of ​​clouds, enveloping the entire palace. Every brick, every tile, and every pillar trembled slightly in the golden light, as if being reforged by an unseen hand.

The ginkgo leaves swayed in the golden light without any wind, and the veins no longer flowed with sap, but with extremely faint golden threads.

Old Jiang leaned against the tree trunk, holding a gourd of wine in his hand, and looked up at the pillar of light. His expression was not as solemn as Ying Ji's, but rather as if he was watching a rather lively show.

"here we go."

Ying Ji said.

His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the hum of the light beam and clearly reached Old Jiang's ears.

Old Jiang took a swig of wine and sighed:

"The convergence of the fortunes of seven kingdoms into one place, and the ascension of the Celestial Dynasty—I have only witnessed such a scene once in my thousands of years of life."

"You failed last time, and this time..."

He paused, shook his wine gourd as if toasting someone, and said, "This time, consider it a favor you owe me."

Ying Ji turned around and looked at him.

The extraordinary phenomena brought about by the ascension of the Celestial Dynasty spread to every corner of the world along with the news of the unification of the seven kingdoms.

The first to sense it were those who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts—reclusive old monsters in the deep mountains, supreme elders of major sects, and some rogue cultivators who had lived for countless years.

They opened their eyes at the same time that night and looked towards Xianyang.

Some were amazed, some remained silent, and some began packing their bags, preparing to enter the world.

Then, what was sensed was the reincarnation of the dead.

Their senses are more acute than those of the natives, and their sensitivity to fortune and destiny is an instinct honed through dozens of worlds.

The moment the golden beam of light pierced through the heavens and earth, nearly a hundred reincarnators scattered throughout the world almost simultaneously stopped what they were doing and turned to look in the same direction.

The first to act were not the remaining reincarnated beings within the seven kingdoms who had been wiped out by the clones, nor were they from Miao territory.

The first to take action was in the East China Sea.

East China Sea, an unnamed deserted island.

There are no trees on the island, only jagged black rocks.

The sea breeze whistled and howled as it passed through the cracks in the rocks.

A young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old was sitting on the rocks fishing.

His raincoat was torn in several places, revealing a faded gray cloth robe underneath.

When the divine sense descended, the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sank down—not because a fish had taken the bait, but because his hand holding the rod trembled uncontrollably.

The fishing rod split in two and fell into the sea, disappearing as soon as it was swept away by the waves.

He didn't look at the fishing rod; he looked up.

The faint glow of the golden beams of light shimmered on the horizon, seemingly close at hand despite being thousands of miles away.

He stared at the golden light, remained silent for a long time, then reached into his robes with his right hand and pulled out a seashell.

Those are deep-sea shells found only in the depths of the East China Sea. They are completely black, and you can hear the sound of the ocean waves when you put them to your ear.

He said something to the seashell.

On the same day, dozens of islands among the thousands in the East China Sea simultaneously received the message from this seashell.

The East China Sea is one of the areas with the highest concentration of reincarnators.

It's not because they love the sea, but because the East China Sea is far enough and remote enough—thousands of islands are scattered across the vast ocean, making it like finding a needle in a haystack.

This is the hiding place chosen by the vast majority of reincarnators.

The message from the beetle was only one sentence:

"The Mandate of Heaven has been revealed."

The reincarnators on the islands of the East China Sea began to contact, probe, and form alliances with each other.

No one asked "to go or not"—the value of the chosen one is something every person who has experienced more than thirty reincarnations knows perfectly well.

Points, ratings.

In the rules of the Cycle of Reincarnation, killing the chosen one of a world brings unimaginable benefits.

Of course, most people didn't move.

Such a dazzling chosen one, going there would be tantamount to exposing his identity.

Those who are reincarnated and whose identities are exposed rarely live long.

But people still go.

For no other reason than the temptation was too great.

In addition, they received information that this was a very young Destiny, only twenty-one years old, not much older than the other reincarnators.

In the eyes of most of them, such a prodigy who has not yet grown up is simply a rare find.

Add to that the overwhelming, almost suffocating, aura of good fortune... the temptation is simply too great.

Outside Xianyang City, there is the Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan Mountain is a natural barrier for Xianyang City. The mountain is not particularly steep, but it is covered with dense forests and heavy fog.

This autumn, the birds and animals in the mountains are much quieter than in previous years—not because of the season, but because too many people who shouldn't have come have come to the mountains.

A reincarnated being hid in the canopy of a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

His body blended completely into the texture of the tree trunk, his skin became the color of the bark, and his breathing synchronized with the photosynthesis of the tree, with not a single breath escaping.

He has been hiding here for three days.

In the distance, the outline of Xianyang City was gilded by the setting sun.

The golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth was still slowly rotating, continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles, and then exhaling it, forming circles of golden ripples visible to the naked eye.

The reincarnator stared at the beam of light, golden light reflected in his pupils, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly as if he were smiling.

He is waiting.

Wait for others to make the first move, wait for a breach to be torn in the defenses of Xianyang City, and wait for that chosen one to reveal even a momentary weakness.

He waited until the fourth night.

The first person to make a move didn't rush out from the Zhongnan Mountains, but walked directly into the city gate of Xianyang.

The Qin soldiers guarding the city saw an old Taoist priest walking along the official road. He walked with ease, his clothes fluttering, and a faint, clear light emanated from his body.

Just as the soldiers were about to step forward to question him, the old Taoist priest raised his hand and waved his whisk.

A gentle breeze swept past the city gate, and all twenty guards were "moved" away—the space beneath their feet was dug up by the old Taoist priest, and the men, along with their spears, swords, and armor, were transferred to a wheat field three miles outside the city gate.

The soldiers looked at each other, bewildered, staring at the knee-deep mud in the wheat field.

The old Taoist priest passed through the city gate and entered Xianyang City.

His steps were slow, but with each step he took, he left a lotus flower formed of clear light on the bluestone slab.

The moment the lotus bloomed, he rewrote the spatial rules within a hundred feet around him—the anti-air barrier failed, the escape technique was sealed, and the two Qin army captains hiding in the shadows of the city wall were about to draw their swords when they were forced to kneel on one knee by an invisible force field, their swords still sheathed.

Qin army captains are all skilled warriors who have fought their way up on the battlefield. Those who can become captains in the Qin army are at least at the Grandmaster level.

But the two masters didn't even have a chance to draw their swords in front of the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest did not kill them.

His goal is destiny.

He is a reincarnator.

The reason he looks so old is because he used a forbidden technique to accelerate his cultivation—something he started doing as soon as he learned of the existence of "Level One Authority Holders" in this world, and he has been using it since birth.

Now, he looks like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

But in reality, he was only twenty years old.

The reason he so recklessly attacked the city was because he had overused that forbidden technique.

Although his cultivation has reached the Immortal Refinement Realm, his lifespan is now less than ten years.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop, but that he can't stop.

This forbidden technique was completely sealed off in his original world.

He spent a considerable amount of money to get his hands on it, but this was the first time he had used it.

This forbidden technique was more useful than he had thought, but it was also more...deadly than he had imagined.