Supreme Zombie King, I have been sealed away for eight hundred years.

"Yamamoto Kazuo, as I said, this is just the beginning. The Imperial Seal is still in Prince Fusu's hands. It's only because of a change in the Song Dynasty that the Qin Dynasty and the present are now in sync," the Hermit of Destiny said with burning eyes.

synchronous?

"What the Hermit of Destiny means is that the variable that went to the Qin Dynasty, once it descended upon the Qin Dynasty, also disrupted the continuity of time and space. That's why things have returned to normal. As long as we can prevent the other side from obtaining the Imperial Seal and allow Prince Fusu to ascend the throne, we can continue to rewrite history. And so, the present is overwritten?" Yamamoto Kazuo stared at the Hermit of Destiny and said.

"Yamamoto Kazuo, you are very clever. That's right. Originally, if that being hadn't gone to the Qin Dynasty, everything would have been rewritten through the continuous development of time and space. But he went. But he hasn't obtained the Imperial Seal yet. I have already arranged for a strong person in the Qin Dynasty, and he will protect Prince Fusu as he ascends the throne."

The hermit of destiny responded.

The hermit of destiny was full of confidence.

Yamamoto Kazuo gazed at the Hermit of Destiny and thought to himself, "Is the Hermit of Destiny really He Youqiu? But from what I know of He Youqiu... he and He Youqiu seem very different. So, who is the real He Youqiu?"

Kazuo Yamamoto then thought of the Qin Dynasty.

He continued to think to himself, "So, did Lin Yi actually go to the Qin Dynasty?"

"Master of Destiny!" Lan Dali and Xu Fu appeared.

Lan Dali's gaze also turned to Yamamoto Kazuo.

“Mr. Yamamoto is here too.” Lan Dali stared intently at him.

Xu Fu and Levi exchanged a glance.

Domoto Shizuka was just a minor character.

at this time.

It was as if time and space had been rewound, revealing scenes from the Qin Dynasty.

Here, soldiers patrol and guard, and military camps with banners fluttering in the wind.

Inside the tent, Meng Tian was in a heavy mood, gazing at Prince Fusu.

Several months ago, a streak of fire fell from the sky into Prince Fusu's tent. Meng Tian was also present and was startled by the strange phenomenon. Upon inspection, he discovered it was the Imperial Seal of the State, commissioned by the First Emperor!

This was no small matter. After discussing it with Prince Fusu, Meng Tian decided to hide the Imperial Seal of the State, keeping it a secret from outsiders. If the matter were to be leaked, not only would they be unable to explain it away, but they also wouldn't be able to understand what the First Emperor would think.

It was only after inquiring that they learned that the First Emperor's Imperial Seal had mysteriously disappeared.

Meng Tian and Prince Fusu dared not hand over the Imperial Seal of the State.

All the soldiers who knew about this contracted serious illnesses and died.

Things were becoming increasingly bizarre.

“My lord, do you really intend to hand over the Imperial Seal to His Majesty? This is absolutely unacceptable. After all, His Majesty lost the Imperial Seal and then appeared here, thousands of miles away. There’s no way to explain that! If His Majesty becomes suspicious, it doesn’t matter if Meng Tian’s entire family is executed, but you, my lord, will be suspected by His Majesty and accused of treason.” Meng Tian said, kneeling heavily.

Chapter 455 Jiang Ziya's Descendant? Yuanshi Tianzun! Ma Ling'er!

Meng Tian believed that the Imperial Seal of the State descending from the heavens into Prince Fusu's tent meant that Prince Fusu was destined by Heaven and would become the future Second Emperor of Qin.

Since everything is arranged by Heaven, how can we casually discard this imperial destiny bestowed upon us by Heaven?

Prince Fusu failed to notice the unusual aura that occasionally flickered in Meng Tian's eyes, something that ordinary people would not be able to detect.

Even Meng Tian himself was unaware of it.

It was precisely this unusual aura that influenced Meng Tian's temperament, leading him to consider supporting a new ruler.

"General Meng, please rise quickly. Fusu will not return the Imperial Seal to his father for the time being. However, the Imperial Seal's arrival was sudden and quite strange. Could it truly be destiny?" Prince Fusu frowned and muttered to himself.

Prince Fusu's mood was also very heavy.

After all, the true chosen one was his father, Emperor Ying Zheng!

However, once the Imperial Seal of the State was in his hands, he felt extremely uneasy.

"Young Master, the Imperial Seal of the State has descended from the heavens, so naturally you are destined to be the Emperor. Now, you are surrounded by purple aura, which shows that you will surely ascend to the throne and become the ruler of the human world!" A voice came, very ethereal.

Both Prince Fusu and Meng Tian were shocked.

A Taoist priest dressed in a long robe appeared inside the tent.

"Who are you, a demonic cultivator, daring to trespass into the military camp? Aren't you afraid of being attacked by the soldiers' murderous aura and having your cultivation destroyed?!" Meng Tian was furious, his body surging with murderous aura.

"I, a cultivator, have come by divine mandate. I am a descendant of Jiang Ziya, and I have come to assist Prince Fusu in ascending to the throne," the cultivator said.

A descendant of Jiang Ziya?

"What proof do you have that you are a descendant of Jiang Ziya?" Meng Tian stared intently at him.

Meng Tian was also surprised that the demonic Taoist was not afraid of the murderous aura emanating from Meng Tian's expression!

As a great general whose achievements were built on the bones of countless others, Meng Tian possessed an aura of menace. Even enlightened masters and evil spirits would avoid him.

Furthermore, this area is a military camp, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers guarding the frontier. Evil spirits and demons avoid this region like the plague, and even cultivators have to take a detour.

"This is the God-Slaying Whip, which can serve as proof!" The cultivator opened his palm, revealing the God-Slaying Whip.

The God-Slaying Whip gleamed with golden light, its runes flashing brightly.

Prince Fusu and Meng Tian stared in disbelief, completely mesmerized; it truly was a divine weapon.

"Is this God-Slaying Whip of yours real or fake? I have no idea," Meng Tian said, staring at the whip.

With a wave of his hand, the cultivator sent the God-Slaying Whip moving freely through the tent, circling around before landing in front of Prince Fusu.

"The God-Slaying Whip can be used by any being of righteousness and imperial power. Any demon or evil spirit that disobeys the orders of the gods can be killed with a single blow from the God-Slaying Whip," the cultivator said.

Prince Fusu reached out and picked up the God-Slaying Whip. He felt a surge of mysterious and unpredictable information flood his mind, and he believed that the cultivator before him was a descendant of Jiang Taigong.

"What virtue or ability does Fusu possess to receive the assistance of an immortal? However, the ruler of the world is my father, the emperor. Is my father's life nearing its end?" After saying this, Prince Fusu handed the God-Slaying Whip to the cultivator.

"Young master, you are exceptionally intelligent and truly destined to be an emperor. However, according to my calculations, the First Emperor is indeed nearing the end. At that time, you, young master, will face a calamity!" the cultivator said calmly.

The cultivator's name was Jiang Wuxie, and he was indeed a descendant of Jiang Taigong.

Not long ago, I divined the future and discovered that the Purple Star was dim and lifeless, indicating that the First Emperor's life was nearing its end. I had always believed that this was the will of Heaven, and that the Qin Dynasty was destined to perish.

However, it was discovered that the auspicious star belonging to Prince Fusu of Qin was shining brightly. Calculations revealed this to be a sign of the Ziwei star shifting. Further observation confirmed that the Ziwei star had indeed moved to Prince Fusu's auspicious star position. The fate of the Qin Dynasty would then be reversed, and its rule would be prolonged.

Just as he was marveling at it, the God-Slaying Whip descended from the sky and landed in the cave where he was cultivating.

Furthermore, a divine voice guided him to come and assist Prince Fusu in achieving the throne.

Once Prince Fusu ascends the throne, Jiang Wuxie will also achieve his goal and ascend to the upper realm.

"Young master, this cultivator's origins are unknown; we must be cautious," Meng Tian warned in a low voice.

Jiang Wuxie's eyes were filled with anger. He raised his hand and pointed at Meng Tian. In an instant, Meng Tian felt his entire soul arrive in a void.

"Where is this?" Meng Tian asked in shock, looking around.

"Meng Tian, ​​this is your destiny and the fate of the Qin Dynasty. See for yourself what the fate of the nation is like." The ethereal voice echoed in the void.

Countless images flashed before Meng Tian's eyes.

Hu Hai ascended the throne, and the Qin Dynasty ended after only two generations.

Then the scene shifts again, and Prince Fusu ascends the throne, marking the end of the Qin dynasty after three hundred years.

Rumble...

Lightning flashed across the sky.

As soon as Meng Tian was brought back to reality, he heard a thunderous roar.

Prince Fusu and Meng Tian didn't think much of it, attributing it to the unpredictable nature of the heavens.

However, Jiang Wuxie's expression changed drastically, and he began to calculate with his fingers.

"How could this be? Evil spirits have invaded this world... This is Heaven giving me a warning!" Jiang Wuxie exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Wuxie thought to himself, "Since I, Jiang Wuxie, am a chosen cultivator selected by Heaven to assist the emperor, I will naturally receive Heaven's protection, right?"

As Jiang Wuxie was thinking, he heard soldiers outside shouting that a god had descended from the sky.

God?

Jiang Wuxie was shocked.

Prince Fusu and Meng Tian's expressions changed slightly, and they rushed out of their tents.

As soon as I came out and looked up, I saw a divine light descending from the sky, and a figure slowly landed on the campsite.

"Immortal Master, what kind of being is that?" Young Master Fusu frowned deeply and stared at Jiang Wuxie as he asked.

Jiang Wuxie is not an omnipotent god, and he could not possibly deduce who the being who descended from the sky was.

"May I ask who this deity is?" Jiang Wuxie's voice carried far.

"Jiang Wuxie, I am Lan Dali, an envoy of Nuwa, the Mother of the Earth, here to assist Young Master Fusu." Lan Dali's voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Messenger under Nuwa, the Mother of the Earth?

Including Jiang Wuxie, Prince Fusu, Meng Tian, ​​and the soldiers, everyone was surprised and astonished.

Five-Colored Messengers? Never heard of them.

Or perhaps she was under the tutelage of Nuwa, the Mother Earth?

"What proof do you have that you are an envoy of Nuwa, the Mother of the Earth?" Jiang Wuxie asked.

Jiang Wuxie felt that he couldn't easily believe it.

"Jiang Wuxie, look what this is?" Lan Dali said, opening his palm.

Jiang Wuxie's expression changed slightly, a hint of shock in his eyes. He thought to himself, "The True Spirit Saint Ranking, the Investiture of the Gods Scripture. How could he possibly have obtained the True Spirit Saint Ranking?"

Jiang Wuxie is the true cultivator of destiny. Heaven chose him to assist Prince Fusu, which is why he was given the God-Slaying Whip.

However, the True Spirit List is different from the God-Slaying Whip. The True Spirit List is used to confer titles upon gods.

Since it is a list used for the conferment of gods, and gods were conferred as early as the Yin and Shang Dynasties, why did the True Spirit Holy List fall into the hands of this Five-Colored Envoy Lan Dali?

"Immortal Master, is the other party truly sent by Heaven to assist my Great Qin Dynasty?" Prince Fusu asked.

Prince Fusu was also very clever and did not dare to say that he was assisting Prince Fusu.

"Yes, Immortal Master, what is this Five-Colored Envoy, Lan Dali, holding?" Meng Tian then asked.

“It’s number 170 on the True Spirit Saint Ranking,” Jiang Wuxie said.