I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

"Prime Minister, how are you feeling?" Meng Yi's voice came from the wind.

Li Si opened his mouth, wanting to say "It's okay", but only a dry "Ah" came out of his throat.

Then he started marveling at it.

He rose from a minor official in Shangcai County to become the Prime Minister of Qin, and he saw and experienced more than most people do in their entire lives.

But he never imagined that one day he would be flying in the sky, looking down from the perspective of a hundred birds at the land he had helped His Majesty conquer.

too fast.

That's so fast.

Before Li Si could recover from the astonishment of "flying in the sky," Qin Tian had already led the group down.

Li Si stood on the land outside Xianyang City, his legs still weak and his mind still reeling.

He glanced back at the road leading east behind him, then looked up at the blue sky above.

The journey from the sand dunes to Xianyang, nearly a thousand miles, takes less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Li Si's gaze fell on Qin Tian's back, his eyes filled with awe.

Qin Tian did not linger outside the city.

He took off again with Ying Zheng, Meng Yi, and Li Si. This time, instead of soaring above the clouds, they remained at a moderate altitude, high enough for everyone on and below the city wall to see them clearly.

The outline of Xianyang City came into view.

This largest city in the world spans both banks of the Wei River, with its tall and majestic city walls stretching for dozens of miles.

The palaces and pavilions within the city are lined up one after another, with flying eaves and brackets layered upon each other.

The Wei River flows through the north of the city, with several stone bridges spanning its surface. Pedestrians and vehicles come and go on the bridges, beginning their busy day.

On the city wall, soldiers are changing shifts.

A young armored soldier yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

Then he stopped yawning halfway through.

"What...what is that?"

The armored soldiers beside him followed his gaze.

There are people flying in the sky.

The one in the lead, dressed in white with long, flowing hair, stood suspended in mid-air.

The person behind him, dressed in a dark robe, stood with his hands behind his back. Although they were far apart, his imposing presence and domineering air were palpable.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"

Qin Tian's voice was amplified by his Yuan Power, making it clear enough for those below to hear.

"His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin has returned—"

The armored soldiers on the city wall were stunned for a moment.

Then, they all knelt down.

Your Majesty is flying in the sky.

Your Majesty has found an immortal.

Your Majesty has achieved immortality; the sky over Qin will not fall.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

A soldier's voice trembled as it burst from his throat.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

More voices joined in, rising from the city walls and spreading into the city like a tide.

Qin Tian carried Ying Zheng and flew leisurely around Xianyang City.

Fly from the south city to the north city, and from the east city to the west city.

They didn't fly too fast, nor did they fly too high.

Qin Tian deliberately controlled the altitude and speed so that everyone on the ground could clearly see Ying Zheng's figure.

On the streets of the city, the people looked up and saw the dark figure in the sky.

The figure was tall and imposing, standing with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. Although his face was not clearly visible, everyone knew that it was His Majesty, the First Emperor of Qin, the master of this land.

They knelt down.

Some people prostrated themselves in admiration, some were in tears, and some shouted with joy.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

The sound traveled from the north to the south of the city, and from the east to the west, converging into a huge wave of sound that echoed over Xianyang City for a long time.

Qin Tian's gaze swept over the kneeling figures in the city, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He achieved his goal.

Today's flight is not for showing off, but for certain people to see.

In a corner of the city, a man dressed in gray cloth was looking up at the sky, his face ashen.

His heart was filled with horror.

He was a spy for a remnant force of the six kingdoms, and had been lurking in Xianyang for three years.

His task was to monitor Qin Shi Huang's physical condition.

He needed to send the news back to Qin Shi Huang as soon as possible, knowing when he fell seriously ill or when he died.

His owner had been waiting for this news for a long time.

Once his message arrives, the master will unite with several other families to raise an army and restore the lost kingdom.

But now, Qin Shi Huang is flying in the sky.

The First Emperor, who was said to be terminally ill and nearing the end of his life, was flying in the sky.

The gray-clad man's legs buckled, and he knelt down.

Only one thought occupied his mind: It's over, everything is over.

Qin Shi Huang found an immortal; he would never die, he would live forever.

If he were immortal, which of those remnants of the six kingdoms would dare to step forward?

The man in gray knelt on the ground, all his strength drained away.

He knew that from this day forward, his master's cause of restoring his kingdom was completely doomed.

In another corner of Xianyang, a middle-aged man was also looking up at the sky.

His expression was far more complex than that of the man in gray.

He was not a spy for the remnants of the six states; he was an official of the Qin Dynasty.

An official who does not wish His Majesty to live forever.

He waited for many years, for His Majesty's death, for the Crown Prince's ascension to the throne, and for the beginning of a new dynasty.

He was a veteran official with extensive experience in the court and a solid foundation in the local areas.

He thought he had finally gotten his wish, because His Majesty's health was deteriorating day by day, and everyone could see it.

Now, Your Majesty is flying in the sky.

The middle-aged man clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

But his knees still bent.

He knelt down, prostrating himself like the people around him, and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

The middle-aged man pressed his forehead against the cold bluestone ground, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

It's all over.

Qin Tian flew slowly over Xianyang City with Ying Zheng, taking in every reaction in every corner of the city.

He saw the kneeling commoners, the soldiers with tears in their eyes, the officials with different expressions, and the spies trembling in the shadows.

This is the effect he wanted.

He didn't want to be asked every time he went somewhere, "Are you really an immortal?" "What are your abilities?" "What makes you qualified to be the national advisor?"

He didn't want to waste time with those short-sighted people, and he didn't want to prove himself again and again.

Rather than facing endless troubles later, it would be better to take Ying Zheng for a flight over Xianyang today.

I'll let you see for yourself whether I'm an immortal or not.

Don't mess with me.

Qin Tian's lips curved slightly as he looked away from the ground and onto Ying Zheng beside him.

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the city where he had lived most of his life, and at the thousands of people kneeling on the ground, a feeling of unprecedented pride welling up in his heart.