Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 124 The Divine Lord's Words About Two Thousand Years Later

The sounds that came from within the clouds remained calm.

"really."

Just two simple words.

Like a predetermined number, it cannot be changed.

This moment.

The sense of loss, despair, and repression in Ying Zheng's heart vanished completely, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude, anticipation, 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 offer it to you with all my might!"

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

"No need. Granting you immortality was merely a spur-of-the-moment decision. I also wanted to see what changes you would bring if you lived to the next generation."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, then felt a bit self-deprecating.

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 harbored doubts about the future that Wushan Shenjun had mentioned.

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

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

"More than two thousand years from now."

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

And the God of Mist Mountain seems to know about things more than two thousand years later?

What kind of method is this?

Ying Zheng was deeply shaken 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 have enough to eat, and there will be no more suffering from famine."

The moment the first sentence was uttered, everyone was jolted.

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 metal, stone, and iron birds 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?

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

Only birds ever fly in the sky!

In a short time.

At the foot of the misty mountain, all was silent.

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

The more I think about it, the more unbelievable, even absurd, it seems.

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 Mist Mountain.

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

Just as everyone's hearts were in turmoil and they were still shaken.

Beneath the altar.

A historian, head bowed and pen in hand, solemnly recorded everything he had just seen and heard, word for word.

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 never dissipated throughout the year. People called it a sacred mountain. When the emperor heard of this, he ordered the construction of an altar and personally went to offer sacrifices, wishing to inquire about the matter of immortality.

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 method or elixir for achieving immortality in this world?"

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, do they not exist forever?"

After a long silence, the voice from the mountain replied, "Yes."

"If I wish to live, I will live forever; and for you I will be immortal, I will live forever."

The courtiers were shocked and all turned pale.

The emperor was also moved.

Shortly after, the god said again, "Zhao Zheng."

"You are going to die."

"I can save your life."

"When your death day arrives, I will come to see you and grant you eternal life."

Everyone was greatly surprised when they heard this.

Some disbelieved, others were horrified.

The emperor asked about matters concerning future generations.

The god said, "More than two thousand years later, all people will have food."

"Using metal and stone as chariots, one can travel a thousand miles a day."

"Then an iron bird, carrying people, flew up into the heavens."

When the courtiers heard this, they were all astonished.

They looked at each other, pale with shock, unable to understand what was going on.

At that time, carts were mostly made of wood and moved by animal power, covering no more than a few dozen miles a day.

The divine saying that it could travel a thousand miles a day was considered impossible by everyone.

The fact that the metal and stone could fly as birds is quite bizarre.

The emperor was also suspicious and not entirely convinced.

Just as the historians were frantically recording all of this.

After a while.

Ying Zheng wanted to ask something else, but unfortunately, no sound came from the misty mountains this time.

It's clear that Lord Wushan no longer wants to respond.

Ying Zheng felt regret.

One day later.

The imperial procession for the eastern tour has set off again.

Banners fluttered like a forest, and carriages and horses moved like a dragon.

Surrounded by countless armored soldiers and attendants, Ying Zheng led his massive army slowly away from Wushan and returned to the capital, Xianyang.

However, his state of mind was different from when he arrived, now filled with an indescribable anticipation.

Ying Zheng's massive eastern tour entourage made its grand return journey to Xianyang.

Carriages and horses stretched as far as the eye could see, and banners blotted out the sun.

An oppressive atmosphere had inexplicably settled over the group.

Inside the First Emperor's palace, the atmosphere was as somber as a frozen pool.

Ying Zheng sat upright, his face ashen, his brows furrowed with unyielding coldness and suspicion. He ordered in a deep voice, "Summon Xu Fu!"

Before long, Xu Fu cautiously approached the imperial carriage, bowed, and entered. As soon as he looked up, he met Ying Zheng's sharp, knife-like gaze. His heart sank, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Your Majesty—" Xu Fu's eyes showed fear, and he trembled with apprehension.

Ying Zheng didn't beat around the bush; his voice was cold, hard, and deep.

"You previously told me that there are immortal mountains, immortals, and elixirs of immortality in the East Sea. However, I personally met the Divine Lord in Wushan, and he clearly stated that there are no immortal mountains, no immortals, and no elixirs of immortality in the world. What do you have to say about that?"

Xu Fu's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. He hurriedly bowed and kowtowed, his voice trembling with panic, "Your Majesty! I would never dare to deceive Your Majesty, I would never dare! That immortal mountain in the East Sea is hidden among the clouds and mist, not visible to ordinary people, nor can it be found by ordinary power!"

"Even if the God of Mist Mountain possesses supernatural powers that reach the heavens, the world is vast and full of secrets. Perhaps—perhaps even the God of Mist Mountain does not know the location of the immortal mountain. Every word I have spoken is true, without the slightest falsehood!"

Ying Zheng stared at him coldly, his eyes filled with undiminished suspicion.

He naturally didn't believe what Xu Fu said.

However, clinging to a sliver of hope, after some hesitation and deliberation, he sighed and ultimately decided not to give up on this so-called sacred mountain.

Although the promise made by the God of Mist Mountain was weighty, it was so unbelievable that even he found it hard to believe.

Will the God-King really appear when I am dying?

Will it really grant immortality?

Ying Zheng looked bewildered and hesitant.

What the deity said was too unbelievable and far beyond his expectations. He wouldn't even dare to do such a thing in his dreams, and he couldn't believe it.

Therefore, he dared not place all his hopes on the God, even if there was only a slight chance on the Immortal Mountain, he would still give it a try.

After a long silence, Ying Zheng slowly spoke, his voice carrying an unyielding authority, "I will give you one more chance."

Xu Fu hurriedly kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I thank you!"

"After you return, immediately prepare a fleet, select young boys and girls, and set sail to search for the whereabouts of the immortal mountain." Ying Zheng paused, his gaze suddenly turning sharp.

"I will assign a trusted general to lead troops to accompany you. Your actions will be entirely under my control. If you dare to take this opportunity to desert or secretly plot treason—"

A ruthless glint flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes. "I will make you wish you were dead!"

He was very devout and respectful when facing the God of Mist Mountain, but he naturally wouldn't be so good-tempered when facing a sorcerer like Xu Fu.

Xu Fu was so frightened that he trembled all over and kowtowed repeatedly, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty, I obey your decree! I would never dare to have any disloyalty. I will certainly find the immortal mountain and the path to immortality for Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand impatiently, "Step down."

Xu Fu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the imperial carriage.

Meanwhile, atop Fog Mountain.

Watching Ying Zheng's eastern tour entourage disappear into the distance, Su Chen remained calm and didn't seem to care much.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to comprehend the cycle of rebirth while absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Next, all we need to do is wait for Ying Zheng to make his fifth eastern tour to Shaqiu, when he is about to die.

When the time comes, he will naturally fly to the sand dunes and appear, as promised, to grant Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng immortality.

Time passed slowly.