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However, he quickly realized what was happening.

He had also heard about the matter of Lord Wushan, and some people even speculated that the Seven Constellations of Azure Dragon that appeared some time ago were related to Lord Wushan.

However, these are all just rumors and speculations, and may not be true.

Moreover, many emperors throughout history have offered sacrifices to the God of Wushan, but very few have received a response. Such a being might not necessarily respond to the First Emperor.

Thinking about it, Xu Fu also relaxed.

Soon, Xu Fu joined the eastern tour team and traveled with Emperor Qin Shi Huang towards the mysterious Wushan Mountain in the distance.

Chapter 121 Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, who personally performed the sacrificial ceremony

Soon, Xu Fu and Ying Zheng's eastern tour team slowly approached Wushan.

Dawn is approaching.

The sky was not yet fully bright, with only a faint glimmer of dawn appearing in the east.

Looking into the distance, the misty mountains stretch endlessly in the distance.

Layers of clouds and mist swirled around the mountain peaks, like white waves surging, obscuring the entire peaks from view.

Occasionally, a breeze would pass by, parting the fog in a sliver before quickly closing it again, as if something existed that did not want ordinary people to see its true form.

On the mountaintop, wisps of golden light flickered faintly, as if they had existed since time immemorial and had never been extinguished.

A slight commotion arose within the ranks.

Whether it was the soldiers, officials, sorcerers, or other accompanying personnel, they all couldn't help but look towards the top of Wushan Mountain, their eyes filled with shock.

Xu Fu's pupils also constricted slightly.

He had thought that the account in the book that the misty mountain had been shimmering with golden light for hundreds of years was an exaggeration, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he was surprised to find that it was indeed true.

Inside the imperial carriage, Ying Zheng's gaze was fixed on Wushan, and his breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

a long time.

His tone was filled with undisguised praise as he exclaimed, "Truly a sacred mountain!"

Soon, the team stopped at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

At the foot of Wushan Mountain, there are remnants of an ancient sacrificial altar.

The stone platform is mottled, its edges worn smooth by the years, and ancient patterns, resembling mountains and stars, are faintly visible on it, carrying an indescribable sense of vastness.

The entire camp quickly sprang into action.

The altar was cleaned, and a pure white sacrificial cloth was laid out. One by one, the sacrificial vessels were brought out: bronze tripods, jade discs, jade tablets, and sacrificial offerings, arranged in the proper order according to ritual, without the slightest deviation...

Time passed slowly, almost a whole day had gone by.

The sky was gradually brightening, about seven quarters before sunrise.

Everything for the sacrificial ceremony has been prepared!

At this moment, even the sound of the wind seemed to have subsided.

"The auspicious hour has arrived!"

Tai Zhu's voice rang out loudly, clear and long, breaking the silence of the morning.

The sound of drums then began.

"Boom..."

A sound.

Calm and steady as a mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the bells rang in response.

"Clang..."

It roams in all directions.

As the bells and drums resounded, the entire world seemed to be drawn into a solemn and dignified rhythm.

All the officials stood solemnly, and the imperial guards bowed their heads; not one dared to make a move.

Ying Zheng was dressed in black robes and a crown, with the tassels hanging down, partially obscuring his face, but adding to his majesty.

He stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the altar. His pace was unhurried, as if he were walking on the rhythm of heaven and earth. When he reached the main seat, he stopped and turned to face Wushan.

"Bowing!"

May you drink again.

All the officials moved in unison, cupping their hands, bowing, and then bowing again, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The chief priest stepped forward, took the sacrificial text, raised it high with both hands, and spoke in a clear, resonant voice with an archaic tone.

"In the twenty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign, the year of Gengchen, the Emperor toured the eastern territory and personally visited Mount Wu. He respectfully offered pure wine and a grand sacrificial offering, along with jade and silk, to the God of Mount Wu..."

A moment later.

After delivering the blessing, the chief priest respectfully called out, "Your Majesty, please deliver the message to the gods..."

Ying Zheng, with a solemn expression, stepped forward, personally accepted the sacrificial text, his gaze falling upon it, and then spoke, his voice as steady as a mountain, carrying a natural power of oppression and dominance.

Just as he received the eulogy and was about to read it aloud.

Some people in the shadows were also watching this ritual.

In the distance, within the viewing area designated by local officials and soldiers, besides a group of ordinary people watching, there were also some special individuals.

Zhang Liang, dressed in an old blue scholar's robe, with a slender and upright figure, a face like beautiful jade, and eyebrows like sharp swords, was also secretly watching.

"Hmph, First Emperor, you tyrant! So many kings have offered sacrifices to the God of Mist Mountain, yet the God of Mist Mountain ignored them all. Did you really think the God of Mist Mountain would care about you?"

"You won't get your way!"

Zhang Liang stared at the imposing figure on the altar from afar, his eyes filled with hatred.

He just felt that this tyrant was really delusional. Among so many monarchs, did this tyrant really think he was special and that the God of Wushan would respond to him?

Just as he was looking at her with a mocking gaze.

At the same time, he wasn't the only one watching this scene.

The First Emperor's personal eastern tour and sacrifice to the God of Wushan were widely known, and some even came to witness it themselves.

Among the onlookers were remnants of the Six Kingdoms, Taoists, Yin-Yang philosophers, and other members of various schools of thought.

Huang Shigong, Xiang Liang (in disguise), Xiang Yu, and others were also among them, watching the scene on the altar with bated breath.

At the same time.

At this moment, Xu Fu also gazed nervously at the altar.

Although he knew that Lord Wushan was very mysterious and probably wouldn't respond to Ying Zheng, he still couldn't help feeling somewhat worried.

Under their watchful eyes, Qin Shi Huang, holding the sacrificial text, began to proclaim it to the God of Wushan.

"I, in my humble state, have received the mandate of Heaven, and, building upon the accumulated achievements of six generations, have quelled the flames of war throughout the land."

"In the past, the six states were usurpers, and wars raged endlessly, causing immense suffering to the people. I personally led the six armies to quell the rebellion and punish the tyranny, pacifying the six states and defeating the warlords. Wars ceased, the harm was eradicated, and the world was at peace."

"Now I have unified the four seas, established the title of Emperor, and divided the land into prefectures and counties. Laws are unified, and all land belongs to the royal register. The people are at peace, and there is no war. My achievements surpass those of the Five Emperors, and my benevolence extends even to cattle and horses. All receive my virtue, and each lives in peace..."

"Now we offer our sincere prayers at Mount Wu, reporting our success. We rely on the divine deity to protect this land, for your divine blessings shine brightly and protect our territory. We pray that the divine deity will forever bless the Great Qin, ensuring its eternal stability and prosperity for ten thousand generations..."

Ying Zheng first announced the achievements, and then gave a little flattery.

The tone was devout and reserved, the words were clear and gentle.

The flames burned fiercely, engulfing the bamboo slips containing the sacrificial text.

The wisps of smoke rose gently upwards, disappearing into the clouds and mist, as if to carry his words deep into the misty mountains.

For a while.

The entire altar fell silent once more, with only the smoke of incense lingering in the air.

a long time.

Ying Zheng remained standing on the altar, his gaze fixed on the depths of Wushan Mountain, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Finally, he spoke, his voice no longer as resounding as when he had declared, but lowered slightly, carrying a pleading tone.

"I have heard that the Divine Lord has divined prophecies and can foresee the future. I wish to ask the Divine Lord for a prophecy here!"

He paused slightly.

Then, word by word, he said, "May I ask, Divine Lord, what is the meaning of the title 'Jia Wan Wei Jun' in the Great Qin Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this,

The scene fell silent instantly; so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shi Gong and the others stared wide-eyed at the altar.

Even Ying Zheng, who personally sought omens, became tense at this moment.

Even as the Emperor of Qin, he didn't know whether the God of Wushan would respond.

If Lord Wushan does not respond, it can be said that this eastern tour has ended in failure, and his expectations along the way have been shattered.

The mountains and forests were silent, with only the sound of the wind howling.

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly.

However, as time passed, the area around Mount Kiri remained quiet.

Chapter 122 May I ask, Divine Lord, if you possess the elixir of immortality?!

now.

On Mount Wu.

Looking down at the foot of Wushan Mountain, Qian Zhanliyun and Najueji Shouji also showed curiosity in their eyes, carefully examining Qin Shi Huang.

As he looked around, he was also thinking about whether or not to respond to Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng.

At this moment, the foot of Wushan Mountain was eerily quiet.

The entire misty mountain was utterly silent, even the sound of the wind seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and the world was deathly still, with only the sacrificial jade and clear wine on the altar quietly reflecting the sunlight.

Ying Zheng stood on the high platform, his face solemn, but after waiting for a long time without any result, a trace of disappointment, barely perceptible, slowly crept onto his brow.

The altar is in the distance.

Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, and others, hidden among the crowd, watched as the First Emperor pleaded for a long time, but the God of Wushan did not respond.

A hint of mockery and schadenfreude flashed across their eyes, and they sneered inwardly.

Even though the First Emperor had the achievement of unifying the world, in the face of the ancient gods, he was ultimately just a mortal!

Just as Ying Zheng was disappointed, Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang and others looked on with mockery and schadenfreude, thinking that Wushan God would not respond.

A vast, ancient, and seemingly timeless mysterious sound suddenly resounded throughout Wushan Mountain, echoing in everyone's ears and penetrating their very souls.

"The First Emperor, Zhao Zheng..."

“More than four hundred years ago, I said that you would surely be born, and today I see that it has indeed come to pass…”

“You are different from others; you are somewhat special in my heart…”

"Since you want to know about the Qin Kingdom, why don't you..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in a cacophony of gasps and jerks.

Zhang Liang froze, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

Does the God of Mist Mountain really exist?

They even responded to the First Emperor?!

Furthermore, judging from Wushan Shenjun's words, Wushan Shenjun had already glimpsed the First Emperor more than four hundred years ago.

Upon realizing this, Zhang Liang and Xiang Liang were shaken to their core, suddenly recalling the ancient prophecy that had been passed down in secret for hundreds of years—the mystery of the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon.

More than four hundred years later, a man will emerge with a divine mandate, who will sweep across all nations and unify the world.