In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Fifth, I will write this story with reverence and seriousness, and will do my best to achieve excellence within my capabilities.

Sixth, I sincerely hope that everyone can view this volume in a harmonious manner. Gui Zhengfan thanks everyone here (bows).

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Chapter 754 King Zhuangxiang of Qin

The vortex of origin, above.

The boy's corpse, left behind after the monster's death, floated quietly above the Vortex of Origin.

The vortex of origin seemed to have some attraction to the corpse, but there was still resistance between the corpse and the origin.

However, it's much better than the initial, rather obvious rejection.

"It's noticeable that this return hasn't brought enough anti-pollution measures." A fierce tiger walked cautiously beside the boy's corpse.

“It must be because the time was too short,” a handsome young man said, standing beside the boy’s body, his slender, pale fingers gently pinching his chin. “After all, it’s only been ten years. Don’t be impatient, Gaia.”

“I’m not in a hurry, it’s the world that’s in a hurry.” The fierce tiger known as Gaia said this, lying down opposite the handsome young man Alaya. “We must complete the completion as soon as possible.”

“I understand, but the first two times…” Alaya’s handsome brows furrowed slightly.

Both inhibitory forces fell into deep thought and bewilderment.

When the Root Threads were retrieved from the late Edo period in Japan and prepared to be released into Atlantis in the Age of Gods, an anomaly occurred. However, afterwards, the two suppressing forces did not have a very clear sense of it, as if it were all an illusion.

The second time, when the Roots were retrieved from Atlantis during the Age of Gods and prepared to be released into London during the Industrial Revolution, another anomaly occurred.

Although they couldn't recall the details no matter how hard they tried, both inhibitors understood that something had indeed happened that was beyond their control and expectations, something beyond their comprehension.

They couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad, because they couldn't confirm what the change itself was.

“Even so, we must continue our anti-pollution efforts. This world cannot afford to delay, Alaya.” Meng Hu said to Alaya with cold eyes.

“I understand, then… let’s begin.” With a sigh, the young Alaya tapped his finger lightly.

The boy's body changed.

From boy, he transformed into a monster, then became fragmented, and then returned to being a boy. After that, it was as if he was aging in reverse, gradually transforming from a boy into a toddler, then an infant, then a fertilized egg, and then...

soul.

Then, the soul began to grow again, becoming another boy, and eventually a young man.

That is the true form, the body that has wandered for seventeen years, the root thread of Anno.

"Next—"

hum-

Before Alaya could speak, a sudden surge of force, like a tidal wave, was released from the Root Thread, enveloping the two suppressive forces.

There was no space or time; it was as if time had stopped. The actions of the two restraining forces were frozen in place, and the collective consciousness was also suspended.

Anno opened her eyes.

"Well done." He smiled slightly, his eyes narrowed.

As they descended slowly, they arrived at the entrance to the Vortex of Origin. Anno's obscure eyes gazed at the external form of the Origin, at the enormous, colorless vortex.

He wanted to reach out to the outside world, but the outside world seemed to be avoiding him.

"Sure enough, the aura from outside the world still exists; it hasn't been completely washed away." He straightened up and looked up at Gaia and Alaya.

A smile returned to his face.

"It's alright, let there be two more differentiated individuals. I just don't know..." He resumed his previous posture and slowly closed his eyes, "Who is it, and who is being used?"

Swah——

"Well... um!?" Alaya was still continuing what she hadn't finished saying when she suddenly sensed something, abruptly stood up, looked around in fear, and finally locked her gaze on Anno, the Root Thread, in front of her.

"Alaya?" Gaia's reaction was almost identical to Alaya's, her expression showing tension.

“…Once again, it feels like this again…!” Alaya swallowed hard, her gaze towards the Thread of Origin heavy with concern. “You… Thread of Origin Anno, is that you?”

Anno was destined not to answer him; she simply floated there calmly, still swaying slowly.

Gaia did not speak, but simply nodded to Alaya.

After weighing his options for a long time, Alaya sighed, chose to distance himself from Anno, and then unleashed his power.

The youth's Root Thread slowly transformed back into the form of a soul, but this time, Alaya did not choose to touch it. Instead, she directly controlled the soul and threw it onto Earth.

"I have already chosen the time and place. As for whose family you will be born into, or even whether you will be human or not, that is not up to me." Alaya frowned as she watched the soul gradually disappear into the distance. "Good luck... Thread of Origin, Anno."

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250 BC.

Central Plains, Qin.

The capital city was Xianyang.

It was the twelfth lunar month, and heavy snow was falling, turning Xianyang into a silver-clad landscape.

In a corner of the palace, a boy with a somewhat childish but composed expression sat under the eaves, looking up at the icicles hanging down from the edge of the eaves.

The boy raised his hand to remove the ice pick, a slight smile on his face.

"Zheng'er, what are you doing?" A handsome and dignified man walked up from behind the boy.

"Ah, Zheng'er greets Father." The boy turned around, saw the man, and quickly knelt down.

"My son, rise. It is only you and me, father and son, here now. We should be polite, but not too much." The man patted the head of the boy called "Zheng'er" and sighed.

"Your subject understands." Zheng'er stood up and looked up at his father. "Father, is the mourning period over?"

The King of Qin sat down in a chair, patted his leg, and said with a mixture of gloom and excitement, "It's over. From this day forward, I am the King of Qin."

His name was Zichu, and he was the current King of Qin.

The newly enthroned King of Qin was King Zhuangxiang of Qin.

The child named Zheng'er sat on King Zhuangxiang of Qin's lap. King Zhuangxiang hugged his son and sighed as he said, "When I was young, I was trapped in Han Dan as a hostage, but now I am the King of Qin. This feeling... I really can't understand it."

"You and Cheng Qiao are my only hope..."

"Why do you say that, Father?" Zheng raised his head and looked at King Zhuangxiang.

"Never mind... never mind..." King Zhuangxiang looked uneasily to the west, then patted Zheng's head. "But Zheng, didn't you go play with your friend today?"

"Reporting to Father, after finishing my homework, Zheng went to find Ji Zhong." Zheng's eyes showed a hint of happiness. "However, Ji Zhong seemed to be fiddling with his little thing again and did not want to see Zheng."

"Is that so? Do you need your father to help you find him?" King Zhuangxiang looked at his son with a faint smile.

"No need, Zheng'er will go find him himself later." Zheng jumped down from King Zhuangxiang's arms and ran away along the short path of the wooden palace. "Father, you should hurry up and deal with state affairs."

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Chapter 755 King Zheng of Qin and Xiang Zhong

"Zhong greets Young Master." A boy in a long robe with neatly styled hair bowed slightly to Zheng.

"You're not my retainer, why all the formalities?" Zheng smiled slightly and patted Ji Zhong on the shoulder. "We're neither ruler nor subject, let's leave these formalities for later."

“Young master, you must not speak so freely; walls have ears.” Ji Zhong said with a hint of helplessness on his face.

His name is Ji Zhong, also known as Xiang Zhong, and he is just eight years old this year.

When the State of Chu sent a hostage, Xiang Yan, the eldest son of a general of Chu, accompanied him to the State of Qin in the southwest. However, a few days ago, he unexpectedly became friends with Zhao Zheng, the new prince of Qin.

Zhao Zheng is none other than Ying Zheng.

His surname was Ying, his clan name was Zhao, and his given name was Zheng.

"It's alright, I just came to see you. What are you tinkering with now?" Gongzi Zheng's face showed interest.

Ji Zhong sighed, took out a small object from behind him, and handed it to Gongzi Zheng.

A glint flashed in Gongzi Zheng's eyes as he accepted the small object from Ji Zhong's hand.

It was a little bird, a bird assembled from delicate wooden parts.

The little bird could walk in Prince Zheng's palm and even make "chirp chirp" sounds.

“...It’s really exquisite.” Gongzi Zheng sat on a stool and happily teased the “little bird.”

Ji Zhong stood quietly to one side, watching Gongzi Zheng playing with the little bird, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

“Young Master is truly Zhong’s mentor.” He said subconsciously.

"Why do you say that?" Gongzi Zheng asked casually, his eyes still fixed on the mechanical bird.

"...Zhong's father never allowed Zhong to dabble in these things, and would even scold him if he saw it. You, young master, are the first person to say these things are exquisite." Ji Zhong, who is eight years old this year, looked at Gongzi Zheng with joy in his eyes. "How could such a young master not be Zhong's mentor?"

"We've only known each other for a few days and you're already calling me a talent scout?" Prince Zheng looked at Ji Zhong with amusement, returning the little bird to him. "In that case, how about you truly become my retainer?"

Snow was still falling heavily outside Ji Zhong's hut, but there was a slight pause the moment Gongzi Zheng spoke.

On this very day, the new prince of Qin, Zheng, gained a young, unknown retainer.

......

Time, like snow under the spring sun, disappears very quickly.

The changes in this era have always been rapid and sudden, and no one can stop them.

Three years later, it was 247 BC.

Prince Zheng was waiting by his bedside in the palace, his expression sorrowful.

“Zheng’er…” King Zhuangxiang held one of his son Zheng’s hands, looking at his thirteen-year-old son with a weak expression.

Behind Prince Zheng stood another man, who was tall and looked somewhat thin, with a long black beard.

"Father, Zheng'er is here." Prince Zheng gripped King Zhuangxiang's hand tightly, his face filled with unconcealed sorrow.

"After I die, the Qin state will be handed over to you... Marquis Wenxin, please assist Zheng'er more." King Zhuangxiang glanced at the tall man standing behind Prince Zheng.

The man's name was Lü Buwei, and he was enfeoffed as Marquis Wenxin.

His eyes also held a hint of regret; Lü Buwei could be said to have made a great contribution to King Zhuangxiang's ascension to the throne of Qin.

"Your subject understands." With a slight bow, Lü Buwei presented King Zhuangxiang's final order.