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

Above the misty mountain, the clouds and fog surged and churned, offering no response for a long time, causing many thoughts to wander.

Just as they were thinking that the First Emperor might have angered the God of Wushan and were gloating over his misfortune,

The mysterious voice continued to slowly rise.

"Yes."

The sound was calm.

“I can live on as long as I want, which, according to you, is immortality, eternal life.”

Upon hearing this, the air seemed to freeze.

Ying Zheng's eyes trembled.

Xu Fu's breath hitched.

Huang Shigong, Zhang Liang, and the others subconsciously gasped.

Although they had suspected it before, the impact of hearing those words from Lord Wushan was still unimaginable.

Is the God of Mist Mountain truly immortal?!

Just as the erotic chanting began, the mysterious voice rang out again, this time with a hint of barely perceptible interest.

"Zhao Zheng, I am in a good mood today and am quite interested in you. I can give you a chance. On the day you die, I will personally come to see you and grant you immortality."

"I want to see what you, who were destined to die, will be like in the afterlife..."

Su Chen said calmly.

In 210 BC, Ying Zheng died of illness at the Sand Dune Platform during his fifth eastern tour, at the age of nearly 50.

At that time, he will personally descend upon the dunes and grant Ying Zheng immortality.

In the past, he wouldn't have had any way to achieve immortality, or it would have been very troublesome.

But now, having transformed into the Azure Dragon of the East, it is quite easy for Ying Zheng to achieve immortality or even live for thousands of years.

Whether it's giving him the blood of a blue dragon to replace his blood, or mobilizing his life force to prolong his life, it's all very simple.

Ying Zheng's life essence was very low; for him, it could only replenish the vitality that was depleting his lifespan. To Ying Zheng, it was no different from the elixir of immortality.

While he was deep in thought.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

At the foot of Wushan Mountain, there was a sudden moment of silence, followed by an uncontrollable burst of exclamations.

Exclamations of surprise rang out.

Among the crowd.

Zhang Liang, Huang Shigong, Xiang Liang, and the others' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

What did the God of Wushan say?

He said he was willing to grant the First Emperor immortality.

They couldn't believe it.

From the Western Zhou Dynasty to the present, how many emperors have sought this thing but could not obtain it? How could the First Emperor have obtained it?

What gives Zhao Zheng the right to do this?!

Why did the God of Mount Wu bestow such a thing upon him? How could it grant him immortality?!

If Zhao Zheng could live forever, that would be incredible!

Xiang Liang and the others looked extremely ugly, their hearts filled with resentment and jealousy.

At this moment, Xu Fu was also stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

The things that the sorcerers had been searching for and seeking but could not obtain, were so casually bestowed upon them by the God of Wushan.

How could the First Emperor still be able to obtain it?

For a while.

Jealousy, resentment, and shock churned within him amidst the crowd.

Just as the woods were undulating with the scent of blood.

On the altar.

Ying Zheng also looked dazed.

He was also incredulous and couldn't believe what the God of Mist Mountain had said.

He spoke hastily, his tone urgent, "Is the Divine Lord's word truly true? Is he truly willing to grant me immortality?"

His voice betrayed his excitement and trembling.

Chapter 124 The Two Thousand Years Later as Said by the Divine Lord

The sounds emanating from the clouds remained calm.

"Really?"

Just two simple words.

Like a predetermined number, it cannot be changed.

This moment.

The disappointment, despair, and repression in Ying Zheng's heart disappeared completely, replaced by an uncontrollable gratitude, expectation, and fervor.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, forcibly calming himself, and quickly cupped his hands in greeting, asking, "What does the Divine Lord need?"

"Whatever it may be, I will give it to you with both hands, with all my might!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious voice continued to ring out.

“No need. Granting you immortality is just a whim. I also want to see what changes you will bring if you live to the next generation.”

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, then felt a touch of self-mockery.

Indeed, even as an emperor, he was still just an ordinary mortal. What could he possibly offer that the gods desired or needed?

After the emotional turmoil subsided, Ying Zheng also had doubts in his heart about the doubts about the future that the God of Wushan had mentioned.

"What does the Divine Lord mean by 'future generations'?"

As the clouds and mist churned, the mysterious voice of the Mist Mountain God responded.

"More than two thousand years from now."

The words were spoken.

Ying Zheng, Zhang Liang, and the others were all shaken, their expressions revealing undisguised shock and disbelief.

More than two thousand years later?

They were momentarily dazed.

For them, a hundred years is a very long time, and more than two thousand years is an unimaginable period of time!

The God of Wushan seems to know about events more than two thousand years in the future.

What kind of method is this?

Ying Zheng was deeply moved and couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, Divine Lord, what will the world be like more than two thousand years from now?"

The mysterious voice spoke softly.

"In future generations, everyone will be well-fed and there will be no more hunger."

The first sentence fell, and the fishy smell of smoke and the smoke of smoke and smoke filled the air.

Everyone can have enough to eat?

In their view, this was almost impossible.

The sound continued.

"Carriages made of metal and stone can travel a thousand miles a day; there are also birds made of metal, stone, and iron that carry people and fly through the sky..."

This moment.

Everyone was completely stunned.

My mind is blank.

Can a cart made of metal and stone travel a thousand miles in a day?

Also, how can a bird made of gold and stone fly into the sky?

Only birds ever fly in the sky!

For a while.

At the foot of Wushan Mountain, all was silent.

The words of the God of Mist Mountain were beyond their comprehension.

The more I thought about it, the more incredible, even absurd, it seemed.

If these words had come from someone else, they would have dismissed them as nonsense and paid no attention. But these words were spoken by the God of Wushan.

However, even so, they still found it difficult to fully believe that even Ying Zheng was no exception.

Just as the bloody chanting of Na Qiongbao was about to end, the situation became clear.

Below the altar.

A historian also bowed his head and held his pen, his expression solemn, recording every word of what he had just seen and heard.

This sacrificial ceremony and the words between the First Emperor and the God of Wushan were all recorded in history.

Qin Ji

Annals of Qin Shi Huang

In the twenty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign, the emperor had unified the world and brought order to the land.

That year, the emperor toured the east and arrived at Wushan.

The mountain possessed an unusual aura, with clouds and mist that lingered year-round. People called it a sacred mountain. Upon hearing this, the Emperor ordered the construction of an altar and personally went to offer sacrifices, wishing to inquire about the secrets of longevity.

Upon arrival, the clouds surged and a sound came from the mountains, the origin of which was unknown.

The Emperor then asked, "Is there a way or elixir for immortality in the world?"

The god said, "No."

When the courtiers heard this, they all turned pale.

The emperor then inquired about the immortal mountains in the sea and the elixir of immortality.

The god said, "There are no immortal mountains, no immortals, and no elixir of immortality."

The emperor was greatly disappointed.

The emperor suddenly seemed to have a thought, and asked again, "Since the gods are here, are they not eternal?"

After a long while, the mountain responded:

"Yes."

“If I wish to live, I will live forever; for you I will be immortal, I will live forever.”

The assembled officials were terrified, and all of them paled.

The emperor was also moved.

Shortly after, the god said again:

"Zhao Zheng".

"You are going to die."

"I can save your life."

"When you die, I will come to see you and grant you eternal life."

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