Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

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

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Above the misty mountain.

Looking at Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, who was devoutly worshipping at the foot of Wushan Mountain, Su Chen's eyes also revealed curiosity as he carefully examined Qin Shi Huang.

As he observed, he was also pondering whether or not to respond to Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng.

At this moment, the foot of the misty 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, except for the sacrificial jade and clear wine on the altar, which quietly reflected 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 slowly crept onto his brow.

The altar is in the distance.

Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, and others, who were hidden in the crowd, watched as the First Emperor pleaded for a long time, but the God of Mist Mountain 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 the God of Mist Mountain would not respond.

A vast, ancient, and mysterious sound, seemingly spanning countless ages, suddenly resounded throughout the misty mountains, 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 hold a special place in my heart—"

"Since you wish to know the fate of the Qin Dynasty, then I will tell you—"

Before the words were even finished, everyone present was already shaken to their core, and a storm of emotions was brewing.

Zhang Liang froze, his eyes wide open, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Does the God of Fog Mountain really exist?

It even responded to the First Emperor?!

Furthermore, judging from the words of the God of Mist Mountain, he 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 secretly passed down 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, sweeping across all nations and unifying the world.

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

What kind of mysterious power is this?!

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

Compared to others, the First Emperor was somewhat special in the eyes of the God of Mist Mountain?

Does the God of Mist Mountain favor the First Emperor?

Why is it that the First Emperor has won such favor from the God of Mist Mountain?

They were resentful, jealous, and uneasy about what Wushan Shenjun was going to say next.

The God of Mist Mountain, is actually going to talk about the fate of the Great Qin Dynasty?

They clenched their fists tightly, held their breath, and waited for the next words from the God of Mist Mountain.

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, and with just one sentence, their expressions changed drastically, their bodies stiffened, their pupils shrank, and their eyes were filled with extreme horror and disbelief.

Zhang Liang, Xiang Liang, and the others were visibly shaken, overwhelmed with joy, and could barely contain their excitement.

A vast, divine sound, like thunder, resounded around the misty mountains.

"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 for 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 the Qin Dynasty? Was it Hu?

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

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

They knew better than anyone that the prophecies of the Mist Mountain God had never been wrong.

The first prophecy appeared to be about King You of Zhou, leading to the downfall of the Western Zhou Dynasty. The second prophecy referred to Duke Huan of Qi, and the third to the First Emperor. All three prophecies came true!

This is the fourth time —

With the previous three precedents, how could the fourth statement 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.

As for the First Emperor, how could he not know that these two words referred to him? The First Emperor died and the land was divided, meaning that once he died, the Great Qin 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, pacified 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 kill him after his second generation? How can we divide him up 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 repeatedly raided the borders and plundered the northern frontier.

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

"My Great Qin Dynasty is invincible!"

So what if it's fate? 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 the root of the problem!

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

but----

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

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

With this thought in mind, 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?"

As the words fell, the area around Mist Mountain grew even quieter.

The Qin officials all stared wide-eyed, their breathing suddenly quickened, and they held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Immortality —

This is something they would never dare to hope for in their entire lives!

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

Their eyes blazed with burning greed and anticipation.

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.

"wishful thinking!"

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

What gives Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Zhao Zheng, the right to do this?

What a pipe dream!

Zhang Liang sneered.

Just as he was mocking everyone, and as each person had their own thoughts, Ying Zheng's eyes showed anxiety and anticipation.

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