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

High in the sky, Qin Tian hovered, watching the massive procession winding along the official road from afar.

He had just changed into a robe he had made himself.

Wearing white clothes gives off a simple, ethereal, and otherworldly feel.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, fluttering wildly in the wind high above. Occasionally, a few strands brushed against her cheeks, highlighting her young and deep features. From afar, she did indeed have a touch of ethereal beauty.

As for whether the clothes would be burned again, Qin Tian had already solved that problem.

After breaking through to the Yuan Shi realm, his control over Yuan power became extremely refined. He could form an extremely thin Yuan power shield on his body, isolating his body from the external environment.

This protective layer is invisible to the naked eye, yet it can withstand air friction during high-speed flight.

That embarrassing experience of flying naked served as a lesson for him.

He didn't want to appear naked in front of Qin Shi Huang; he didn't have any particular fetish.

learn from mistakes.

Qin Tian's gaze traveled across the vast distance and landed on the slowly moving dragon below.

With his current eyesight, he can see clearly even from dozens of miles away.

Banners blotted out the sun, armored soldiers stood like a forest, and a long convoy of vehicles with banners waving fluttered, consisting of cavalry, infantry, chariots, and entourage, layer upon layer, stretching for miles.

At the very heart of the procession were several exceptionally luxurious carriages, surrounded by layers of elite armored soldiers, under tight security.

That was Qin Shi Huang's imperial carriage.

Qin Tian had already gathered a lot of information on his way here.

He set off from the forest and flew eastward, passing through some villages and towns. Although he did not make direct contact with people, he could occasionally hear snippets of conversation from the ground when he looked down from the air.

In addition, his basic understanding of history allowed him to roughly deduce the route of Qin Shi Huang's eastern tour.

In the thirty-seventh year, the First Emperor set out from Xianyang, accompanied by Left Chancellor Li Si, while Right Chancellor Feng Quji remained in Xianyang.

The youngest son, Huhai, requested to accompany the emperor, and the First Emperor granted his request.

The convoy traveled eastward, passing through Yunmengze, and paid homage to Emperor Shun of Jiuyi Mountain from afar.

Then, they went down the river, crossed the sea, passed Danyang, and arrived at Qiantang.

In Qiantang, due to the treacherous waters of Zhejiang, the caravan detoured 120 li westward to cross the river at a narrow point.

Afterwards, they climbed Mount Kuaiji to offer sacrifices to Yu the Great, gazed out at the South China Sea, and erected a stone inscription to praise the virtues of Qin.

On the return journey, they passed through the Wu region, crossed the river at Jiangcheng, and headed north along the coast to reach Langya.

Langya.

Xu Fu set off from Langya on his second eastward voyage in search of immortality.

Now, the caravan is continuing north from Langya. According to historical records, the next stop will be Zhifu, then westward, passing Pingyuanjin, and finally reaching Shaqiu.

dune.

The place where Ying Zheng's life ended.

Qin Tian took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and flew towards the winding convoy.

He didn't use his maximum speed, but maintained a relatively gentle pace. His robes remained perfectly still under the protection of his Yuan energy shield, and his long hair fluttered behind him. He was like a white cloud drifting down from the heavens, slowly and gracefully approaching the ground.

He even adjusted his posture, putting his hands behind his back, raising his chin slightly, his gaze indifferent and distant, with a faint smile on his lips.

Since we're already here, we should at least act like immortals.

You can't be joking around; that would be too unrefined.

As for his inner thoughts, Qin Tian actually wanted to laugh.

He held back, his face still displaying that calm, detached, and otherworldly expression.

But in his heart, he was already chuckling to himself: "Just wait and see how shocked you all will be."

The distance is getting closer and closer.

The convoy could now clearly see the face of every armored soldier.

The soldiers wore black armor, carried long spears, and marched in unison.

Suddenly, someone in the queue looked up and saw the white figure in the sky.

The armored soldier froze, his mouth agape, and his long spear nearly slipped from his grasp.

Then, more people raised their heads.

The once orderly steps became disordered, no one cared about the direction the banners were fluttering, and the horses seemed to sense the riders' unease, neighing anxiously.

The noise started at the front of the line and spread rapidly to the back like a tide.

"Look! In the sky!"

"What is that?! Someone's flying!"

"An immortal! It's an immortal!"

"There really are immortals! I saw them! I saw them!"

The noise grew louder and more chaotic.

Some soldiers even forgot military discipline and that they were standing right next to the imperial carriage, just standing there with their heads tilted back, mouths agape, staring blankly at the sky.

Some people dropped their spears to the ground with a clatter without even noticing.

Some people's legs went weak and they knelt down, muttering incantations.

The driver on the carriage pulled on the reins, and the horse neighed and came to a stop.

The convoy behind, unaware of what was happening ahead, also stopped.

For a moment, the long procession came to a standstill on the official road.

All eyes were focused in the same direction—the white figure slowly descending in the sky.

Qin Tian took in all of this.

His hearing was excellent; he could hear the exclamations from a great distance.

Immortal, immortal, there is an immortal.

One sound after another, rising and falling.

Some of the armored soldiers looked like they were about to cry, overwhelmed with the excitement of seeing a legendary figure.

Qin Tian was overjoyed, but his expression remained unchanged, still maintaining that aloof demeanor.

He even deliberately slowed down the descent to make the whole process more relaxed and visually impactful.

We're going to keep you in shock for a while longer.

As he landed, he scanned the carriages in the center of the convoy, searching for Ying Zheng's location.

He quickly locked onto his target: an exceptionally luxurious carriage, surrounded by several times more armored guards than other carriages.

Although the carriage curtains were drawn, Qin Tian could sense that there was a person inside the carriage whose presence was weaker than that of everyone else.

That must be Ying Zheng.

Qin Tian was just thinking about whether to fly directly above the carriage and stop when suddenly, the carriage curtain was violently lifted from the inside.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black imperial robe leaned out of the car.

He was extremely tall. Even from this distance, Qin Tian could still tell that this person was definitely over 1.9 meters tall.

His face was angular, with high brow bones, and his narrow eyes were wide open, reflecting the white figure in the sky.

It was Ying Zheng.

Although Qin Tian had never met Qin Shi Huang, the moment he saw this man, he was absolutely certain that this was Ying Zheng.

That imposing aura without anger, that domineering presence, that oppressive feeling that even when terminally ill and haggard, could still command the attention of everyone around him—this kind of charisma is something no one can imitate.

Qin Tian watched as Ying Zheng leaned out of the carriage, tilted his head back, and stared blankly at him.

At that moment, the expression on this emperor, who was the greatest emperor in history, was no different from that of the armored soldiers, the guards, and the eunuchs.

I was stunned.

I was truly stunned.

Ying Zheng's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His eyes were fixed on the white figure in the sky, his gaze filled with shock, disbelief, and an almost frantic longing.