The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

Sure enough, more than four hundred years ago, the God of Wushan had glimpsed the First Emperor and witnessed this scene.

What kind of mysterious power is this?!

Upon realizing this, Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, and the others were filled with fear and rage, and were also consumed by jealousy.

Compared to others, the First Emperor was somewhat special in the heart of the God of Wushan.

Does the God of Wushan favor the First Emperor?

Why does the First Emperor have such favor from the God of Wushan?

They were resentful, jealous, and uneasy about what Kiriyama-shin-kun was going to say next.

Lord Wushan actually wants to talk about the Qin Dynasty's...

They clenched their fists tightly, held their breath, and waited for Lord Wushan to continue.

On the altar, the Qin ministers were overjoyed, and Ying Zheng himself trembled slightly, his expression dazed, a feeling of being flattered welling up in his heart.

He gazed into the depths of the misty mountains, his eyes filled with burning anticipation.

However, the mysterious voice rang out again the next moment. With just one sentence, their expressions changed drastically, their bodies stiffened, their pupils contracted, and their eyes were filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, and the others were visibly shaken, their hearts overflowing with joy, and they could hardly contain their happiness.

A vast, divine voice, like a thunderclap, resounded around Mount Wu.

"First Emperor, Zhao Zheng, if you die, the Qin Dynasty will perish after only two generations."

Ying Zheng froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "My Great Qin Dynasty, destined to last ten thousand generations, how could it perish after only two generations?!"

The mysterious voice was very calm, without the slightest ripple.

"When the First Emperor died, the land was divided; the one who destroyed Qin was Hu."

When the First Emperor died, the land was divided. Who destroyed Qin?

The vast, divine sound echoed through the mountains, each word striking the heart like thunder.

Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, and the others hid in the crowd, their eyes brimming with barely suppressed elation.

They knew better than anyone that the prophecies of Lord Wushan had never been wrong.

The first prophecy predicted the downfall of King You of Zhou and the subsequent fall of the Western Zhou Dynasty. The second prophecy predicted the death of Duke Huan of Qi, and the third predicted the death of the First Emperor. All of these prophecies came true!

This is the fourth time...

With the previous three precedents, how could the fourth prophecy be wrong?

Their eyes were filled with excitement and smiles.

The Qin Dynasty is doomed!

Even though Zhao Zheng unified the six kingdoms, he could not escape his predetermined fate!

On the altar.

Ying Zheng was terrified, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

How could he not know that the two words "Zu Long" referred to him? "Zu Long died and the land was divided" means that after his death, the Qin Dynasty would be torn apart and the world would fall apart again.

An overwhelming sense of resentment and rage surged from the depths of his heart.

He built upon the achievements of six generations, conquered the six states in ten years, abolished the feudal system, implemented the prefecture-county system, standardized writing, and standardized cart tracks, establishing unparalleled merit, all for the sake of ensuring that the Qin Dynasty would last for ten thousand generations and remain prosperous for a thousand autumns.

How can we divide him up after only two generations? How can we separate him on the spot after his death?!

The one who destroyed Qin was Hu...

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed as he thought of the Xiongnu tribe in the north, who had repeatedly raided the borders and plundered the northern frontier.

In an instant, a chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes, penetrating to the bone.

"My Great Qin Dynasty is invincible!"

So what if it's a prophecy or destiny? He's determined to change it!

In an instant, his emotions surged, and he made a decision.

He dispatched Meng Tian with hundreds of thousands of troops to attack the Xiongnu in the north, annihilating them and eradicating their root of the problem!

The Great Wall was built, stretching across the northern frontier, keeping the barbarians firmly at bay and thwarting any signs of the Qin dynasty's downfall!

However...

The words "When the First Emperor died, the land was divided into seven parts" still pierced his heart like a poisonous thorn.

"Only immortality can safeguard the eternal foundation of my Great Qin Dynasty!"

Upon realizing this, Ying Zheng disregarded his imperial dignity and looked at Wushan with a nervous, humble, and anxious expression.

He asked urgently, "May I ask, Your Majesty, is there a way to achieve immortality? Is there an elixir of immortality?"

After he finished speaking, the area around Wushan became even quieter.

The Qin officials all stared wide-eyed, their breathing suddenly becoming rapid, each holding their breath and not daring to even exhale.

Immortality...

This is something they could never hope for in their entire lives!

If there truly is a way to achieve immortality, an elixir of eternal life...

In their eyes, burning greed and anticipation ignited.

Among the crowd, Xu Fu was particularly shaken.

As a Taoist priest, immortality was his lifelong pursuit. At this moment, he was both uneasy and unable to suppress his overwhelming desire, staring intently at the direction of the clouds and mist, for fear of missing a single word.

Not far away.

Zhang Liang quickly came to his senses and chuckled inwardly.

"Delusion!"

Leaving aside whether there is a way or elixir of immortality, even if there is, why would the God of Wushan give it to him, and how could he possibly give it to him?

What gave Zhao Zheng, the First Emperor, the right to rule?

What a pipe dream!

Zhang Liang sneered.

Just as he was mocking, reciting, and expecting,

The clouds and mist churned, and the mysterious voice slowly rose again.

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The mysterious voice rang out once more.

It remained bland, but with an added, inexplicable indifference compared to before.

"The method to achieve immortality, the elixir of immortality?"

"Heaven and earth have their order, and all things have their end. To live without dying is not the way of man."

"no."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

All the officials of the Qin Dynasty were shocked; some looked dazed, while others had dimmed eyes.

There is no way to achieve immortality, nor is there any elixir of life.

Although they knew that even if they wanted to obtain the method and elixir of immortality, they had very little chance of doing so.

However, upon suddenly hearing Wushan Shenjun's affirmative words, they were still somewhat disappointed.

Doesn't this mean that life and death are ordered, and no one can escape death?

Among the crowd.

Xu Fu, a sorcerer, was also somewhat lost and disoriented.

Zhang Liang sneered inwardly, thinking to himself that he had just thought it was true; the First Emperor was simply indulging in wishful thinking.

Huang Shigong and many Taoists and Yin-Yang practitioners all had complex expressions and sighed.

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He stood on the altar, yet felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, his heart empty and indescribable.

Suddenly, as if grasping at a last straw, he asked urgently, "I have heard that there are three immortal mountains in the sea, where immortals dwell and the elixir of immortality resides..."

As soon as these words were spoken, before they could even react, the mysterious voice responded once again.

"There are no fairy mountains, no immortals, and no so-called elixir of immortality."

Su Chen's tone was very calm.

Over the centuries, whenever he ventured out, he would carefully explore the surrounding area.

The result was obvious: the so-called fairy mountains, immortals, and elixirs of immortality were all fictitious.

He's the exception...

Why would Ying Zheng ask such a question? It's obvious without even thinking that it was Xu Fu who said it. Xu Fu was a liar, that's beyond doubt.

They directly used the rhetoric of immortality to deceive Ying Zheng.

Of course, as the person who unified the six kingdoms, did Ying Zheng have any doubts?

They must have had doubts, but probably took a chance, thinking there wouldn't be much to lose, and decided to give it a try.

With just a few words, Xu Fu tricked thousands of boys and girls, as well as various craftsmen and grain seeds.

It's almost equivalent to a complete agricultural civilization team!

What is he trying to do?

There is a legend that Xu Fu brought thousands of boys and girls, artisans, grain seeds and other supplies to the small island nation of Fusang, where he settled, established a country, spread civilization, and never returned to the Qin Dynasty.

Su Chen's gaze turned slightly cold.

While he was deep in thought.

At the foot of Wushan Mountain, atop the sacrificial altar.

Ying Zheng's expression suddenly froze, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed.

At that moment, he was perfectly clear that Xu Fu had likely deceived him.

However, he still clung to that last glimmer of hope in his heart, somewhat deceiving himself.

Among the crowd.

Xu Fu's face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

Just as he was in a state of mental collapse, thinking about how to escape.

On the altar.

The distraught Ying Zheng suddenly remembered something, and a glimmer of light flashed in his previously dim eyes.

Looking towards the misty mountains, he asked a question that sounded like a fishy chant.

Ying Zheng's tone was urgent, with a hint of barely suppressed trembling, "What about the Divine Lord?"

"Since the divine ruler is here, does he not exist forever?"

The words were spoken.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

He held his breath, his voice trembling with rage.

Yes.

This deity of Wushan has existed for hundreds of years since the Western Zhou Dynasty!

It has been known to the world for five or six hundred years, and that is only what is known. As for how long it has actually existed, no one knows!

Isn't this Lord of Wushan the one who has been living in the world all along?

Isn't this the very essence of immortality?