Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 404 The Human Emperor's Throne: Bai Qi Accepts Disciples!

After saying that, Zhunti's figure flashed, tearing through space in the blink of an eye and disappearing.

With the blessing of human fortune, Styx's strength has surpassed his.

If the fight continues, he will be no match for the enemy and may even perish, so he has no choice but to retreat.

Seeing Zhunti fleeing in panic, Minghe raised the corner of his mouth, his disdain growing even stronger.

To be a sage, yet he flinched before even engaging in battle, and with this mentality, he still dares to dream of revitalizing the West? That's utterly delusional.

In the Immortal Realm, countless powerful beings watched the scene in the mortal world with great admiration and a strange sense of exhilaration.

"Ancestor Styx, you're far too powerful! That's a Western Saint, yet you fled in such a sorry state."

"Pshaw, that's nothing. The scene of the Western saints falling at the end of the Investiture of the Gods was truly spectacular."

"Everyone says that Western saints are weak, and I didn't believe it. But after seeing them today, I know that the rumors are true."

"Ancestor Styx, whose time to attain enlightenment was far less than that of the Western Saints, was able to suppress them. He is a role model for us all."

Unintentionally, Styx gained a large following in the Immortal Realm.

In the mortal realm, the Styx River flew over Xianyang, looked down at Bai Qi with a detached air, and nodded in praise.

"As expected of the God of Slaughter, you can gather the killing intent of a million-strong army into your body. It's clear that your talent in the ways of war and slaughter is truly extraordinary. Would you be willing to become my disciple and cultivate under my guidance?"

Although Bai Qi did not know the identity of Minghe, he knew from Minghe's performance that he was facing an extraordinary being.

Bai Qi had the idea of ​​becoming an apprentice in his mind, but he was very clear about his own position, so he quickly looked at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng smiled slightly and nodded at Bai Qi.

To be honest, Bai Qi's talent is indeed top-notch, but he is limited by the human realm, which is why he cannot show it.

If one were to arrive in the Immortal Realm, and with the Styx River's meticulous guidance, their future prospects would be limitless.

With Ying Zheng's tacit approval, Bai Qi's pounding heart suddenly settled down.

He rose, cupped his hands in a salute to the Styx River, and said, "Disciple is willing to follow Master in cultivation."

"Haha, great!"

Styx laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, Bai Qi appeared not far in front of him.

"I'll give you three days. After three days, I'll begin your formal training. How about that?"

Bai Qi had initially thought he would have to leave with Styx, but upon learning that there were still three days left, he excitedly nodded to Styx, "Yes, teacher."

Styx gave Ying Zheng a satisfied look, then vanished in a flash.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Bai Qi handed over his military power, bid farewell to his family, and went to the Immortal Realm with the Styx River to cultivate.

In Xianyang, in the main hall, a flame called ambition burned in Ying Zheng's eyes!

The expansion of the Qin Dynasty was far from over.

Although the six states were destroyed, their foundations remained.

If the foundations of the six states are not completely uprooted, the future of the Qin Dynasty will remain precarious and unstable.

Ultimately, on Li Si's advice, Ying Zheng implemented the standardization of cart tracks, written language, laws, weights and measures, and began to erase the traces left by the six states.

Of course, besides these, Wei Zhuang was also keeping an eye on Ying Zheng.

Under Ying Zheng's orders, the policy of suppressing Buddhism continued, dragging out those Buddhists buried in the shadows and destroying them again and again, countless times, so that those Buddhists would never be able to come out and bewitch people again.

In the sixth year of the First Emperor's reign, Ying Zheng unified the six kingdoms and, in the sixth year of his reign as emperor, began another policy with a tremendous impact.

They collected all the weapons in the land and cast twelve bronze statues, which were placed in various places within the Qin territory to suppress the Qin's fortune.

In just a year and a half, twelve majestic golden statues stood tall in Xianyang City.

"Buzz!"

A vast amount of golden fortune rose from an unknown place and then suddenly converged on Xianyang. In an instant, the golden fortune surged above Xianyang, transforming into a golden dragon of fortune that danced and circled above Ying Zheng's head, emitting a deafening dragon roar!

The quasi-human emperor's fortune on Ying Zheng suddenly transformed into the true human emperor's fortune, causing all evil to retreat and all laws to be invading!

The transformation of his aura signifies that Ying Zheng has already earned the right to have his aura suppressed by the Human Holy Temple!

Time is like a wheel, turning relentlessly, and decades pass in the blink of an eye.

Ying Zheng, with his white hair, was on his deathbed.

Before his deathbed, after passing the throne to his eldest son Fusu, Ying Zheng finally breathed his last.

The death was not a fall, but a rebirth. In response, a wisp of his true spirit ascended to the Earthly Immortal Realm. Under the rule of the Great Dao, boundless human fortune gathered and instantly reshaped Ying Zheng's Dao body.

At the same time, Ying Zheng's aura began to rise sharply.

Earth Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Golden Immortal, Great Luo Immortal, and finally, ascending to the Quasi-Saint realm in one step, arriving at the Human Race's Holy Temple to suppress destiny.

The human realm returned to its former peace, and Fusu ascended the throne as the Second Emperor.

Under Ying Zheng's decades of guidance, Fusu became shrewd and experienced, much like his father, and managed the court with great efficiency.

The Qin Dynasty was powerful and unified, reaching the pinnacle of its golden age.

It is worth mentioning that Huhai, the eighteenth son of Ying Zheng, conspired with Zhao Gao, the head of the Imperial Carriage Office, to rebel after Fusu succeeded to the throne, preparing to seize power.

But who is Fusu? He is the successor that Ying Zheng has carefully cultivated for decades. What storm could Hu Hai, a mere traitor, possibly stir up even if he rebelled?

In less than half a day, the rebellion officially failed, Hu Hai was imprisoned until his death, and Zhao Gao, the head of the Imperial Carriage Office, was executed by slow slicing.

As for the Qin Dynasty, it continued to develop rapidly under the rule of Fusu.

With the sages' missionary work in the human realm concluded, the original primordial world, now the Three Realms, has essentially been taken over by their respective owners.

The various sages and their lineages consolidated their own territories and strengthened their own power.

The Three Realms suddenly entered an unprecedented period of peace.

The Thirty-Three Heavens, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, beside the Pool of Eight Treasures and Merits.

Zhunti was wearing a nine-colored kasaya, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with heartache. If you looked closely, you could even see tears glistening in his eyes.

"Senior brother, this time, our West has suffered truly heavy losses. The Jie Sect and the Styx have really gone too far!"

In Zhunti's heart, boundless resentment erupted, threatening to overwhelm everything.

Spreading the Dharma in the human realm was originally the best opportunity for his Mahayana Buddhism to increase its fortune.

But unfortunately, it was ruined by the Jie Sect and that bastard Styx.

If it were anyone else, the two brothers would have killed them without saying a word, in the blink of an eye.

But when faced with the Jie Sect and the Styx River, he couldn't win in a fight, and he couldn't argue with them either, which made Zhunti completely devastated.

The guide was also somewhat worried; things were tough in the West.

Without allies or resources, they had to rely entirely on their own development and efforts.

If things continue like this, will the West really be able to seize the opportunity for prosperity in the next great eon?

Suddenly, Zhunti's gaze shifted, looking towards the direction of the Netherworld.

"Senior brother, in the war of Qin's conquest of the six states, countless soldiers died tragically, and the number of wronged souls in the underworld has increased. Among these wronged souls, there are many with outstanding talents. Our Western Mahayana Buddhism takes it upon itself to save people and help them. If we can go to the underworld to guide them, then..."

Although Zhunti didn't say it explicitly, his meaning was quite clear.

(End of this chapter)