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His surprised gaze involuntarily drifted to the control panel.

Lifespan: 19289

The lifespan, originally 18721, increased by 568 years, becoming 19289.

In other words, the lifespan lost over the past 568 years has been fully restored, and his original lifespan has been restored!

What does this mean?

This means that he can live forever as long as he wants, which is equivalent to immortality and eternal life!

"Azure Dragon, as expected of a divine dragon..."

Su Chen shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his voice. "It's a pity. The lifespan restored under these circumstances isn't an improvement in the essence of life, and it doesn't enhance comprehension. Otherwise..."

After carefully experiencing the Azure Dragon's abilities, he was pretty much certain that the Azure Dragon was involved in all sorts of powers and authority, and he didn't think that familiar feeling was just a misperception.

He even had a thought that if he inherited the Azure Dragon's body, he could gain additional control over a Dao Fruit authority simply by using that body.

The Dao Fruit of the Seven Constellations of Azure Dragon?

He shook his head, not wanting to think about it any further, and continued to delve into comprehending the rudimentary form of the Cycle of Reincarnation and absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Time passed slowly.

He calmed down here, and because of the appearance of his Azure Dragon Seven Mansions, some changes occurred in various places.

The State of Qi.

King Jian of Qi chose to surrender directly to Qin.

Thus, the State of Qi perished, the six other states ceased to exist, and the entire world fell to Qin!

Just as the prophecy foretold, the Qin state swept across all other states, unifying the world!

Ying Zheng believed that he possessed the virtues of the Three Sovereigns and the merits of the Five Emperors, so he named himself Emperor and referred to himself as "朕" (Zhen, meaning "I" or "I" in Chinese).

When the nobles and royal remnants of the six kingdoms heard of this, they couldn't help but feel resentful and unwilling.

Soon, the year 220 BC arrived, and due to the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, history took a slight turn.

Ying Zheng couldn't wait to embark on his first eastern tour, with his destination being the legendary Wushan Mountain, while other places were just incidental stops.

Having unified the six kingdoms, achieving unparalleled feats throughout history, possessing the world, and knowing the mystery of the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon and witnessing the extraordinary phenomena of the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, his heart was filled with passion and longing.

He doesn't want to die.

"I have received the mandate of Heaven, and may my reign be long and prosperous!"

Ying Zheng harbored a deep desire to live forever.

Wushan is arguably the place with the most legends and mystique over the centuries, and also the place he has the most access to!

The Wushan God is said to be a giant blue snake. Hundreds of years ago, some people speculated that this Wushan God was the Eastern Constellation, Azure Dragon!

Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment.

He wasn't entirely sure about that either.

The main purpose of this eastern tour was to offer sacrifices and seek an audience with the God of Mist Mountain to verify his conjectures, and at the same time, to seek prophecy and longevity from the God of Mist Mountain.

I wonder if this Mist Mountain Deity will take pity on him and grant him prophecy and immortality...

Ying Zheng thought anxiously.

soon.

The massive eastern tour team, resembling a slowly moving steel torrent, emerged from Xianyang and headed eastward.

The black banners of the Qin Dynasty, adorned with black birds, fluttered in the wind, hanging high above the chariot formation in an endless stream.

From a distance, it looked like a surging black wave that swallowed up the entire official road.

The carriages were stacked one on top of another.

At the forefront were the cavalry, heavily armored, with long spears like a forest, their hooves thundering as they pounded the ground, all in perfect unison. Behind them were rows of infantry.

Further behind was the imperial carriage, surrounded by layers of guards.

Chapter 120 Ying Zheng Prepares to Offer Sacrifice to the God of Wushan

Six fine horses rode side by side, the chariot wheels were wide and thick, and the body of the chariot was mainly black with gold patterns running on it, carving images of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, symbolizing the six kingdoms that the Qin Dynasty had conquered.

The carriage was surrounded by layers of guards, who stood with halberds in hand, and even the wind seemed to be shut out.

After the imperial carriage, all the officials followed.

The prime minister, the censor, and the scholars each rode in their own carriages, following behind. Further back were carriages carrying books, sacrificial vessels, and offerings.

Even more so, there were artisans, doctors, and sorcerers accompanying them, the procession stretching for dozens of miles. Wherever they passed, dust flew up, and the people knelt down in fear, not daring to look up.

When the caravan reached Langya, the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp air, greeted them.

Just as the eastern tour team arrived at Langya.

Xu Fu also heard about this and acted immediately upon hearing the news.

He stood on a high platform in Langya, gazing into the distance at the eastern inspection team that was winding its way like a dragon. His eyes flashed with awe and anticipation, and then his gaze flickered.

The sea breeze ruffled his robes, his wide sleeves billowing slightly, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance, yet unable to conceal the glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

He had some ideas in his mind.

soon.

When Ying Zheng was on his eastern tour and passed through Langya, preparing to go to Wushan, he received a memorial from Xu Fu.

The memorial was passed through layers of channels into the Eastern Inspection Camp, eventually reaching the imperial carriage.

Sitting in the imperial carriage, Ying Zheng looked at the memorial in his hand, a look of interest in his eyes.

Xu Fu's memorial stated that there were three fairy mountains in the sea—Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou—where immortals lived. He claimed that if he were given young boys and girls, he could go there to obtain the elixir of immortality.

"Fairy..."

Ying Zheng murmured.

He issued an order to summon Xu Fu.

soon.

Xu Fu's heart tightened slightly as he saw the two black-armored guards approaching.

They were clad in heavy armor, with long swords at their waists, their faces cold and stern, with almost no superfluous expression.

One of them spoke, his voice deep and unquestionable.

"By order of His Majesty, the alchemist Xu Fu is hereby summoned to the camp for an audience immediately."

Xu Fu quickly cupped his hands in greeting and replied, "Your subject obeys!"

As he spoke, his fingers, hidden in his sleeve, unconsciously tightened slightly.

From that moment on, he stepped into the sight of the First Emperor, and one wrong step would mean utter ruin, so he couldn't help but be nervous.

soon.

Led by two imperial guards, Xu Fu entered the eastern inspection camp.

The moment he stepped inside, his gaze involuntarily sharpened slightly.

The camps stretched out in a continuous line, surrounded by patrolling soldiers, their armor neatly arranged and their weapons imposing.

Finally, he was led to the outside of the central command tent, which was completely different from ordinary camp tents.

The tent was tall and heavy, covered with thick black cloth, on which mountain and river patterns were faintly embroidered. Several layers of guards surrounded the tent, making it almost airtight.

"Wait."

Xu Fu stopped and stood with his head bowed.

At that moment, he felt that time had become exceptionally long, and all he could hear was silence.

Soon, the sound came.

"Xuan."

The curtains were lifted.

Xu Fu took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stepped inside.

Inside the large tent, the light was dim.

A dozen or so attendants and guards stood on either side, heads bowed, not uttering a word.

Deepest within, Ying Zheng sat upright, holding in his hand the bamboo slips inscribed with his calligraphy of the immortal mountain.

Xu Fu only dared to glance at it once before immediately withdrawing his gaze. He stepped forward a few paces, bowed respectfully, and said in a humble voice, "Your subject, Xu Fu, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng did not speak immediately. He glanced at the memorial in his hand, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Xu Fu below, his gaze seemingly trying to see through Xu Fu's entire body.

Xu Fu lowered his head, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Only when he began to feel somewhat apprehensive did Ying Zheng speak, asking in a deep voice, "Are there really three immortal mountains in the sea?"

"Are there really immortals and elixirs of immortality on the mountain?"

Xu Fu's heart tightened, and he dared not hesitate for a moment. He immediately bowed again and said, "Your Majesty, it is indeed true!"

As he spoke, he raised his head, his expression solemn, as if what he said was entirely true.

"The Three Immortal Mountains in the Sea have been legendary since ancient times, and this is not just my opinion. Penglai is in the center, with Fangzhang and Yingzhou on either side, surrounded by clouds and mist, making them difficult for mortals to see!"

"Immortals dwell there, their lifespan as long as the heavens, they do not eat human food, and they possess the elixir of immortality!"

He paused slightly at this point, then became even more solemn, "If one obtains this medicine, one can prolong life, and even... achieve immortality!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to search for it in the sea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of surprised gazes immediately fell upon him.

Seeing this, Xu Fu immediately seized the opportunity to offer another suggestion.

"However, those three immortal mountains are elusive and difficult for ordinary people to reach. They require young boys and girls as guides, and offerings to the immortals to reach them!"

"If Your Majesty bestows upon me three thousand boys and girls, I will certainly live up to your trust and retrieve the elixir of immortality!"

His words were full of conviction, as if the immortal mountain was right in front of him and the elixir of immortality was within his grasp.

Looking down at Xu Fu, who was making a solemn vow, Ying Zheng's gaze deepened. He was somewhat shaken by what Xu Fu had said and began to think deeply.

Under normal circumstances, he would probably hesitate for a moment and then agree, but...

Upon hearing about the three immortal mountains on the sea, the immortals, and the elixir of immortality, Ying Zheng immediately thought of the God of Wushan on Wushan Mountain.

Compared to the ethereal three immortal mountains, immortals, and immortal elixir, Wushan Mountain is more real, a sacred mountain with records, and he doesn't want to go to such lengths.

Moreover, he wasn't very clear about the situation regarding the immortal mountain, the immortals, and the elixir of immortality, so he might as well ask the God of Mist Mountain.

After we have inquired about the specific situation, it will not be too late to send Xu Fu overseas to search for the immortal mountains.

Of course, the key point is that he already had an answer in his heart about whether to go to Wushan to find the Wushan God or to go overseas to find the immortals of the immortal mountains.

Compared to the immortals on the fairy mountains at sea, the God of Wushan on Wushan Mountain is more important!

You should know that this Wushan God is rumored to be the Azure Dragon, the chief god of the Eastern constellations, the head of the Four Symbols, and the one who governs the destiny of the East!

In his mind, he was far more powerful than the so-called immortals on the sacred mountain!

Furthermore, having just unified the world, what he needed was not only immortality, but also the hearts and minds of the people and national unity.

If the Qin Dynasty could receive the protection of the Azure Dragon, then the Qin Dynasty's ambition to last for ten thousand generations would not be a pipe dream!

A look of longing appeared in Ying Zheng's deep eyes.

Pulling himself back to his senses, he turned his gaze to Xu Fu again, his tone calm but with an unwavering resolve: "This matter shall be put on hold for now."

Xu Fu's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, Ying Zheng continued, "Follow me eastward to Wushan. We will first offer sacrifices to the God of Wushan, and then discuss this matter."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fu was dumbfounded, and his heart skipped a beat.

Kiriyama?

Lord of Mist Mountain?

He was uneasy, somewhat afraid that the so-called God of Mist Mountain might see something.