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

While he was puzzled, Zhao Ying, Elder Kang, and the others nearby were not surprised at all.

As the first emperor of Qin, Ying Zheng has inspired countless films, television dramas, and animated series in modern times.

Furthermore, this is the living Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng. How could these people not go crazy when they see him?

Compared to Qin Shi Huang, the nation's top-tier celebrities are nothing; they are simply incomparable.

Led by Zhao Ying and the others, it took them quite a while before they finally entered a specially cleared area.

In the center of the open space, a large altar was set up according to the Qin system, and the altar was filled with various sacrificial offerings, making it appear very solemn.

Guests, anchors, and bloggers watched from a distance, their expressions curious and excited, each taking photos with their phones.

At this moment.

He walked slowly to the altar, his expression grave.

Standing in the center of the altar, facing the depths of the misty mountains, Ying Zheng was filled with nothing but piety.

Following the rituals of the Qin Dynasty, he raised his hand, bowed, and offered incense. Every movement was steady and proper, displaying the majesty of an emperor's sacrifice, without the slightest perfunctoriness.

After burning incense, Ying Zheng slowly bowed deeply towards the depths of Wushan Mountain. His voice was low yet clear, and through the on-site recording equipment, it spread to every corner of the foot of the mountain and reached the ears of netizens around the world.

"I, Zhao Zheng, thank the God of Wushan for bestowing upon me the grace of immortality, allowing me to traverse more than two thousand years and witness this land of future generations..."

"...However, I have just entered this world and am confused about everything. I am lost and do not know where to go or what to do. I wonder if the Divine Lord could give me some guidance? I would be eternally grateful..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng straightened up and looked nervously at the misty Wushan Mountain, quietly waiting for the divine lord's response.

Below the altar, Zhao Ying and the others looked on with tense expressions, gazing up at Ying Zheng on the altar and then at the misty, silent Wushan Mountain, their hearts pounding in their throats.

The tourists, livestreamers, and bloggers watching from afar instantly quieted down, no longer making a fuss, each holding their breath and staring intently at the direction of Wushan.

Viewers around the world, glued to their screens, stared intently at the image, a question forming in their minds.

Do gods truly exist in this world?

If so, would this deity respond to Qin Shi Huang?

Time passed quietly, second by second.

A gentle breeze swept through the mountains, swirling up a few fallen leaves. Apart from the rustling of the leaves in the wind, there was no other sound.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes...

A full ten minutes passed, and the depths of the misty mountain remained serene, without any unusual phenomena, divine light, or sound.

It was as if Ying Zheng's resolute proclamation had vanished entirely in the breeze.

Looking at the still and motionless Wushan, the expectation in Zhao Ying and the others' eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep disappointment, their faces full of desolation.

The crowd gradually began to stir, and hushed discussions arose again. The barrage of comments in the live stream scrolled rapidly, filled with various thoughts and reactions.

Is it that the gods are unwilling to respond to Qin Shi Huang, or... that gods simply do not exist in this world?!

Just as they were thinking this...

At this moment, atop Mount Wu.

After the ritual was completed, he waited for a reply, appearing very devout. However, he seemed a little hesitant, unsure whether to reveal something.

His gaze involuntarily turned forward.

【Name: Su Chen (2814 years old)】

Lifespan: 52249

[Innate Talent & Comprehension: 211418 (Born Saint, One in a Millennium)]

【Innate Talent & Physique: Yinglong (Winged Star Dragon)】

Energy required for the next stage of physical transformation: 1,046,346,170

[Energy: 21,766,158]

Su Chen looked somewhat dazed.

In the blink of an eye, nearly three thousand years have passed since I traveled to the late Western Zhou Dynasty.

A long time had passed since he was ostracized after transforming into Yinglong.

Su Chen could clearly feel that the sense of rejection had now reached an exaggerated level.

Once he displays even a little power, it won't be long before he's expelled from here and returned to the Canglan World.

Therefore, he hesitated about whether or not to respond to Ying Zheng.

Chapter 149 reveals the final miracle.

After a while, Su Chen shook his head and murmured, "Forget it, I've stayed long enough. There's no point in staying any longer."

If he didn't feel repulsed, he might have stayed until the interstellar age, but obviously that's not the case.

Moreover, since we can't stay here any longer, let's move on to the next world.

There's very little inspiration here, and the limit is pretty much reached. Going back might be the best option.

At the same time, Su Chen was also curious whether the energy transformed from Yinglong's body could transform his original physique into Yinglong's physique after returning.

What will happen after the prototypes of the Reincarnation Dao Fruit, the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit, and the Dao Fruits of the past, present, and future are created?!

After thinking for a while with curiosity, Su Chen's emerald green eyes looked back at the dejected Ying Zheng.

At the foot of Wushan Mountain.

Just as Ying Zheng was about to give up, a vast, ancient, and seemingly timeless mysterious voice echoed in his ears.

"Zhao Zheng, it's been many years since we last met. I hope you've been well."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned.

Not only him, but also the guests, anchors, and bloggers who were originally making a lot of noise and discussion were all stunned.

Zhao Ying and others were especially astonished.

The mysterious voice seemed to come from the misty mountains, or from an unknown place, and it was exactly the same as the description in the Records of the Grand Historian!

The historical records are actually true!

Of course, the most crucial question is: doesn't the appearance of this voice mean that gods truly exist?!

Zhao Ying and the others gasped.

At this moment, people all over the world, as well as some concerned individuals, are shocked, astonished, and fearful.

Just as Ying Zheng was startled and his emotions were running high, about to say something...

A vast, ancient, and mysterious voice continued.

"Zhao Zheng, I am leaving. From now on, the path you take is entirely up to you."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng, who was about to say something, froze, as did Zhao Ying and the others.

This deity from Wushan, who has existed since the Western Zhou Dynasty, is actually leaving?

Where is He going?

Other mysterious mountains, or perhaps foreign lands?

Just as they were filled with doubt and anxiety.

Ying Zheng asked the question on their behalf, urgently asking, "Where does the Divine Lord wish to go?"

The next second, a faint, mysterious voice suddenly rang out, seemingly unseen by anyone, as if to say, "This world is about to be opened..."

"My earthly ties are severed; I depart, never to return."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng, Zhao Ying, and the others were stunned once again.

Does this mean leaving this world?!

Zhao Ying and the others were somewhat incredulous, and various thoughts arose in their minds.

Compared to Qin Shi Huang, they associated him with many other things.

Does this mean that the God of Mist Mountain is implying that other worlds exist?

Aliens?

Is it the Heavenly Court, the legendary Immortal Realm, or some other world?

This information alone was enough to shock them.

A fleeting hint of worry and fear flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Even though he was once the emperor of the Great Qin Empire, standing at the pinnacle of history, commanding the country and strategizing, he still felt helpless and panicked in the face of the current situation.

The existence of the God of Mist Mountain was his only solace in this unfamiliar future world.

The news that the deity was about to leave was like a bucket of cold water poured on his heart.

In that instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The warmth and light around him vanished in an instant, leaving only endless emptiness, loneliness, unease, loss, and fear.

At this moment, that ethereal and mysterious voice slowly rose from the depths of the clouds and mist once more, unhurried and clear, reaching the ears of everyone, carrying an ancient and enduring tranquility.

"You need not worry, before I leave this world, I will give you and this land a benefit."

"Benefits?"

"What kind of benefit does the Divine Lord speak of?"

Ying Zheng, Zhao Ying, and the others were all stunned.

At this moment, atop Mount Wu.

Su Chen did not respond.

He stood quietly on the mountaintop, his mysterious wings, which seemed to stretch out from the blue sky, slowly unfurling behind him, as if bearing the weight of the entire heaven.

The wind came from all directions, but as it approached him, it strangely became gentle and subdued.

His gaze passed over the layers of mountain mist, landing at the foot of the mountain, on Ying Zheng, and on this ancient land he had once looked upon.

It's like remembering something, and it's also like saying goodbye to something.

A moment later, a thought crossed his mind.

Boom!

There was no sound, yet it seemed as if the heavens and earth trembled.

In an instant, strands of light of unparalleled beauty emanated from his body.

The starlight, flowing like the aurora borealis, spread out in layers, like the Milky Way flowing backwards.

Light emanated from Him, instantly illuminating the entire sky.

Above their heads, the seven constellations of the Azure Dragon trembled in unison.

The seven constellations of the Azure Dragon seemed to be awakened, their starlight surging, and there were invisible orbits connecting them, like a sleeping Azure Dragon awakening.

Boom!

A sky full of stars fell down!

A new path appeared in the sky, a path paved with the light of stars, descending from the heavens, stretching across the sky, and extending to the summit of Misty Mountain.

Brilliant, mysterious, and imposing in a way that is hard to describe.

It's like welcoming someone, and also like bidding them farewell.

At the foot of the mountain.

Ying Zheng looked shocked.

Zhao Ying and the others were also frozen in place.

At that moment, everyone's breath seemed to catch in their throats for a split second.

They haven't had time to understand all of this yet.

next moment.

A figure slowly rose from the summit of Misty Mountain.

At first, it was just a little, but then it surged.