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

Ying Zheng paused slightly in his breathing.

"Elemental power is a kind of energy that sustains the operation of the universe and the survival of all things."

Qin Tian paced back and forth in the main hall, like a teacher lecturing in class. "The movement of the sun, moon, and stars, the alternation of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the growth of flowers, trees, and plants, and the activities of birds and beasts are all influenced by Yuan energy. It is omnipresent and ever-present."

Ying Zheng listened attentively, not missing a single word.

He silently pondered the word "Elemental Power" in his heart, engraving it firmly in the deepest part of his memory.

"The Yuan Power Guidance Technique is divided into nine realms."

Qin Tian stopped and turned around to face Ying Zheng.

"Primordial disciple, Primordial scholar, Primordial master, Primordial ruler, Primordial monarch, Primordial emperor, Primordial saint, Primordial spirit."

As he read out the nine names one by one, each word struck Ying Zheng like a thunderclap, shaking his mind and igniting his passion.

Qin Tian extended one finger.

"The first realm is the Yuan Disciple. Lifespan is a thousand years, and strength reaches ten thousand jin."

Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Millennia.

A lifespan of one thousand years.

He, Ying Zheng, lived for less than fifty years, yet he had already accomplished the great feat of conquering the six kingdoms and unifying the world.

If you gave him another thousand years, how much could he accomplish?

How many times could he expand the territory of the Qin Dynasty?

To what extent can he elevate the national strength of the Qin Dynasty?

What kind of achievements can he accomplish that will be admired by future generations?

A thousand years. That's enough. That's enough.

He didn't even have time to process the phrase "powerful enough to weigh ten thousand jin".

Meng Yi stood to the side, and when he heard "Li Da Wan Jin", his eyelids twitched violently.

Although he was not a military general, he was still clear about the meaning of "strength".

The strength of ten thousand jin, a terrifying power that even the most peerless warriors cannot achieve, is only the first level.

"Upon reaching the Yuan Disciple realm," Qin Tian's voice continued, "not only will lifespan increase and strength greatly improve, but thinking ability will also be greatly enhanced. You'll learn everything quickly, have a photographic memory, and be able to apply what you've learned to other situations. Principles you couldn't understand before will become clear after a moment's thought; things you couldn't remember before can be memorized after just one reading."

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted slightly.

Enhanced thinking skills, photographic memory, and the ability to apply knowledge to new situations—these abilities are invaluable to an emperor, perhaps even more valuable than a thousand-year lifespan.

Lifespan gives you time, but your thinking ability determines how you use that time.

"The second realm is my current realm." Qin Tian extended his second finger.

Ying Zheng leaned forward slightly.

He had seen the abilities of the second level; he had experienced them.

But having "seen" and "experienced" something does not mean that he fully understands that realm.

He wanted to hear the Imperial Preceptor reveal all the information about this realm in person.

"Yuan Shi. Lifespan of ten thousand years, ability to fly, and ability to project Yuan energy outwards."

Qin Tian casually raised his right hand, and an invisible force shot out from his palm, striking a bronze lamp stand in the hall.

The lamp stand wobbled slightly, and a smooth cut appeared on the body of the bronze lamp on the stand.

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the cut and lingered for a moment.

He had witnessed Qin Tian's skill before. That day, in front of the imperial carriage, Qin Tian waved his hand and chopped down several large trees by the roadside. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without making a sound.

That is the external release of Yuan energy.

"I used this method to cut down those big trees before." Qin Tian withdrew his hand. "Taking you flying is also an ability of the Yuan Shi realm."

Meng Yi's Adam's apple bobbed.

A lifespan of ten thousand years, soaring through the air, and releasing one's Yuan energy—this is only the second realm.

If the second realm is already so amazing, what about the later realms?

Qin Tian continued speaking without pausing.

"The third realm, the Yuan Master. One who can survive in space."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly. Space? What's that?

Qin Tian noticed the change in Ying Zheng's expression and stopped to explain, "Brother Zheng, do you remember yesterday when we were flying in the sky, I told you that we live on a sphere? That sphere is surrounded by something called the atmosphere, which is the air we breathe. Outside the atmosphere is space, and there is no air in space. Ordinary people would die if they went there."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Yesterday he saw the slightly curved horizon. Qin Tian told him that the earth is a sphere. Although he couldn't fully understand the reasoning, he believed Qin Tian's explanation.

The facts are undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

"Experts at the Yuan Master level can survive in space without needing to breathe, eat, or drink. They can move freely in space and have a lifespan of 100,000 years."

One hundred thousand years.

Ying Zheng's breathing became more rapid.

A lifespan of a thousand years had already made his blood boil, a lifespan of ten thousand years had made his heart surge, and a lifespan of one hundred thousand years had made him feel an unprecedented, almost suffocating possibility.

Ten thousand years is enough time for him to plant the Qin flag in every corner of the world.

It was enough for him to inscribe the culture, system, script, and language of the Qin Dynasty on every continent, every island, every river, and every mountain range.

That would be enough for him to build a true, eternal, and immortal empire.

"The fourth realm, the Primordial Lord."

Qin Tian continued speaking, but this time he did not extend his finger. Instead, he put both hands behind his back and slowly paced around the hall, his tone becoming more solemn.

"Lifespan of a million years."

Ying Zheng's breath hitched. What was a million years? He couldn't imagine it.

He couldn't even use any known reference point to measure this time span.

But Qin Tian didn't dwell on this issue, because he knew that for Ying Zheng now, there was no essential difference between a million years and a hundred thousand years; both were lifespans that mortals could not attain and that belonged only to gods.

"The fifth realm is the Primordial Sovereign. Lifespan is tens of millions of years."

Ying Zheng's fingers trembled slightly.

"The sixth realm is the Primordial Emperor. The Primordial Emperor has a lifespan of hundreds of millions of years."

"The seventh realm, the Primordial Emperor. Immortal, living as long as heaven and earth."

Immortal.

When Qin Tian uttered those four words, the air in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted sharply for a moment, then widened dramatically.

His hands gripped the armrests of the throne tightly, veins bulging.

His chest was heaving violently.

Immortal.

Without end, without conclusion, is immortality, is eternal life, is living as long as heaven and earth, and shining as brightly as the sun and moon.

"The seventh realm, the Primordial Emperor, grants immortality. The eighth realm, the Primordial Saint, and the ninth realm, the Primordial Spirit, are already higher levels, which we'll discuss later."

Qin Tian spoke lightly, but Ying Zheng's mind was in turmoil.

He was processing those numbers, numbers he had never dared to imagine before, not even in his dreams.

A thousand years. Ten thousand years. A hundred thousand years. A million years. Ten million years. A hundred million years. Immortality.

That was a realm he never dared to even imagine, a future he had never even dreamed of.

He remembered something.

The Imperial Preceptor once said that he came from the 21st century, cultivated for 20 years, and broke through from an ordinary person to a Yuan Shi.

Twenty years, from an ordinary person to a scholar.

And how long will it take for Ying Zheng to break through to the Yuan Tu level if he starts cultivating today?

How long will it take to break through to the Yuan Shi level?

How long does it take to break through to the levels of Yuan Master, Yuan Lord, Yuan Sovereign, Yuan Emperor, and Yuan Emperor?

He can't wait.

He really couldn't wait any longer.

A thousand-year lifespan is within reach, a ten-thousand-year lifespan is within reach, immortality is within reach.

He has been chasing this path his whole life. Now, the path is right under his feet, and the door is right in front of him. All he has to do is reach out and push the door open, walk in, and embark on that path.

How could he not be excited?

Ying Zheng sat on his throne, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed slightly with excitement, and a fierce flame burning in his narrow eyes.

He took a deep breath, then another, and then yet another. After three deep breaths, he finally managed to find his voice again.

"Grand Preceptor," Ying Zheng's voice was filled with an excitement about to burst forth, "what you've said—thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, hundreds of millions of years, immortality—"

He paused.

"Is it all true?"

Qin Tian looked at Ying Zheng's eyes, which were slightly red with excitement, and his face, which tried to maintain imperial dignity but could not hide his longing.

He nodded slowly.

"real."

These two words carry the weight of Mount Tai.

Ying Zheng let out a long breath, a very long breath, as if a huge rock that had been pressing on his chest for more than twenty years had finally been completely removed at this moment.

For a thousand years, for ten thousand years, for a hundred thousand years, to live forever.

This is true immortality.