Chapter 569 Retreat Another Eight Thousand Li

The Great Qin arrow formation, empowered by the jade seal, possessed a might that could threaten even the ferocious beasts of the Age of Gods. For a true Qiongqi, this was nothing, but for the warrior descendants of the Qiongqi tribe, it instantly caused a devastating impact.

Blood stained the mountain rocks red.

Qiongqi roared, the White Emperor's saber in his hand slashing down, with the faint image of a man in imperial robes, exuding a lofty aura, flashing behind him. That was the fortune passed down from one of the Five Emperors. Although Qiongqi had many brothers, he was the one who obtained this power after the final conflict.

The fortune of the Five Emperors crashed down fiercely even before the blade arrived.

Then it instantly collapsed.

This was the first time Qiongqi had witnessed such a scene in over four thousand years.

The wisp of fortune he had obtained from his father, Shao Hao, was his greatest means of defeating enemies. This time, he finally encountered its most extreme form of restraint, and the man before him naturally erupted with a monstrous aura, an aura that was incredibly familiar—

Was it his father, Shao Hao?

No, it wasn't…

It was King Yu, it was the Nine Cauldrons!

It was the magnificent momentum of the unification of fortune from the nine provinces and four seas.

Qiongqi's pupils constricted.

With his fortune shattered, Wang Jian roared and leaped up on his horse, the ink-black spear in his hand piercing towards Qiongqi with a piercing shriek. The fortunes of hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers surged behind him, even a wisp from each was terrifying, and the Qin soldiers erupted with power far surpassing their historical selves.

Five men formed a squad, ten men formed a unit.

Then came the centurions and colonels.

Streams of power were transmitted in a perfect manner, and the millions of auras flowed, already creating a magnificent spectacle. Wang Jian paused momentarily, then thrust out his spear with a roar, and the Qin army陣form marched forward in unison, adding an unprecedentedly heroic and tragic momentum to the general's charge.

The ink-black spear clashed with Qiongqi thirteen times.

Neither side gained an advantage.

And the military strategist's battle formation had already unfolded.

Unlike Xiang Yu's emphasis on military posture as paramount, unparalleled and unmatched, nor like Han Xin, who seemed capable of perfectly unleashing the power of any army, no matter its composition, Wang Jian's tactics were steady and seasoned. His battle formation was like a massive and ruthless machine. Each coordinated attack of the terracotta warriors was precise and unpredictable.

In a way, he was the general with the fewest flaws.

Steady and methodical, he only took one strike at a time, retreating immediately after, then accumulating power to prepare for the next attack, crushing and killing the enemy in the calmest way possible. Qiongqi did not want to be near the First Emperor, and Wang Jian and Wang Ben already knew that this was likely their last and most magnificent battle as remnants of their true spirits.

This was the first time Qiongqi had encountered the battle formation of the military strategists.

For him, it was a brand new power.

A way for the weak to join forces and defeat the strong.

Even a flock of sheep led by a lion can devour a pack of wolves, not to mention that after five hundred years of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, no one dared to say that the Qin warriors were a flock of sheep to be slaughtered. That was the last glory of the late Age of Gods. Wang Jian pointed the spear in his hand forward, and the Qin army阵 would clash with the gods.

They fought and retreated.

Heading straight west.

………………

The First Emperor did not go with the battle formation. Surrounded by less than a thousand soldiers, he turned to look ahead and said, "Let's go to Kunlun." Wei Yuan hummed in agreement. He had wanted to fight, but in the end, it was Wang Jian and Wang Ben who went to fight Qiongqi in a fierce battle.

The famous generals of later generations and the fierce god who was once a famous general of the human race in the Age of Gods fought each other.

Wei Yuan drove the chariot. The horses, originally made of bronze, now possessed a spirit that even real warhorses lacked. Their chests were broad, and they stepped on the ancient mountains and seas. Chongwu Mountain was still thousands of miles away from Kunlun, but this chariot, and even those terracotta warriors, were briefly imbued with power surpassing the past due to the jade seal.

The ferocious beasts between the mountains and seas hid on the other side of the mountains, peering curiously along with the mountain gods of the other mountains. Some mountain gods who had not been to Chongwu Mountain sighed in shock, "It's a human army…"

"Yes."

"How long has it been since we last saw one after the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?"

"The Human Sovereign demonstrates his power in the mountains and seas."

All was silent. They instead recalled scenes from their past memories, that era of humans and gods. When Wei Yuan reined in the horses and stopped the chariot, he had successfully arrived at Kunlun, or rather, on the Kunlun side of the Western Mountain Realm of the *Shan Hai Jing*. A man stood below Kunlun Hill.

Wei Yuan recognized him.

When he was captured and brought to Kunlun in the past, this divine general was among them, but he remained neutral. His expression was extremely nervous, as if it was when Yu had stormed Kunlun. He stepped forward, hesitated, and used the title he used to address the human leaders of the past, saying:

"Human Sovereign…, God Lu Wu is currently asleep, and the Queen Mother of the West is not in Kunlun either."

"We have nothing to offer you, so please return."

"Are all the gods gone?"

The First Emperor seemed a little disappointed.

For a man like him, knowing that the gods on Kunlun were not there seemed to make Kunlun smaller and less meaningful, but in the end, he still smiled casually and said, "It doesn't matter. It's good to see the scenery of Kunlun."

The mountain road was rugged, and the chariot could not ascend. The First Emperor got out of the chariot, and Wei Yuan stood by his side with his sword.

The guardian god of Kunlun could not stop him. More importantly, having experienced the era when the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were the common rulers of the world, the aura of this man was so familiar that he could not bring himself to stop him. While he hesitated, the First Emperor had already stepped onto Kunlun.

The clouds suddenly rolled to both sides, and a path appeared ahead.

The mountain god was silent.

Kunlun was welcoming this king of later generations.

And when Wei Yuan walked past, a trace of astonishment appeared in the mountain god's eyes, and his pupils constricted.

"It's you?!"

The First Emperor casually said, "You recognize him too?"

The mountain god, who had been guarding Kunlun all along, hesitated, but still replied, "He was originally a member of the Tu Shan tribe during the late Five Emperors period, a subject of Yu. Because he was skilled in jade carving and pottery, he accompanied King Yu on his travels around the world, recording all things."

"He should have died of old age, but a celestial maiden stole the undying flower and descended to the world, protecting his true spirit instead."

"I'm afraid he can go through reincarnation."

The mountain god was silent for a moment, and said:

"However, reincarnation is not actually a good thing."

"Mortals live one lifetime, and their true spirits will dissipate after death. Even the heroes and outstanding figures are tempered by various events in the world, and their wills become as firm as iron before they can reincarnate. This also means that they will always prioritize the life they experienced most deeply, and other reincarnations are just an extension of that life."

"But ordinary people can reincarnate."

"This will cause him to not prioritize one life over another. It can be said that each life is equally important, and this will have very serious consequences…"

The mountain god sighed, "Time is very cruel."

"He experiences love and hate in each life, and ultimately loses what he gains. Each reincarnation is like a long sleep and awakening. If he doesn't remember the past, it's fine, but if he does, then it's like experiencing the disappearance of everything he gained, the death and withering of friends and acquaintances, and even the disappearance of a familiar era."

"This is different from gods. Gods have long lifespans and can overlook the changes of eras, and they will only sigh."

"And such a reincarnated being gains and loses again and again, and in the end, even the era will abandon him. All the beauty of the past can only be tragedy and pain under the passage of time. The more beautiful the past, the more painful he will be when he awakens in the next era."

"In the end, that era disappears, and no one in this era remembers his past self. A person wanders in the present world outside the past, like a duckweed floating outside the heavens and earth, always without a true home. No one remembers him, and even in the eyes of the gods, such reincarnation is a huge and cruel punishment."

"Humans value life and death, while gods value longer years."

"Leaving aside God Lu Wu maintaining order back then, the reason why God Kai Ming and the Queen Mother of the West also agreed to take out the undying flower from his true spirit was also because, in the eyes of the gods, this was no different from a punishment surpassing death. Later, the Queen Mother of the West came back and told the gods that there was a bet, and she would ask that human if he would regret it."

His voice paused, and he said in a complicated tone:

"But looking at it this way, the Queen Mother of the West probably lost her bet."

Are gods ultimately not human, unable to truly understand human feelings?

The First Emperor looked at Wei Yuan and said, "Speaking of which, I still don't know what your reincarnations are like. Tell me about them?" Wei Yuan had nothing to hide and told his past experiences in a very calm tone. In this process, he and the First Emperor walked side by side, and everyone had already reached the top of Mount Kunlun.

The First Emperor supported himself with the Tai'a sword and looked down at the vast mountains, seas, and human world from Mount Kunlun.

But in the end, he only sighed, saying:

"What a pity."

No one knew what kind of emotions these three words contained. Even Wei Yuan could not truly understand him. Although he stood in that era, he might have been alone from beginning to end, or perhaps, even this loneliness was just the speculation of others.

There was a white jade wall on Mount Kunlun.

The First Emperor said, "Lu Wu is not here, and the Queen Mother does not exist, so there is no point in performing the *fengshan* ceremony." (a sacrifice to Heaven and Earth by the Emperor).

"But I can still inscribe a monument to record my achievements."

"Li Si wrote the inscription for the *fengshan* ceremony at Mount Tai last time, but today I will…"

The mountain god of Kunlun opened his mouth. When he saw the First Emperor holding the Tai'a sword with its scabbard against the white jade wall of Kunlun, and the white jade wall did not show any abnormalities, the mountain god could not say anything. Even he, who had been in Kunlun for thousands of years, was often forced back by this white jade. Just who was this human emperor?

What was he planning to carve?

Would God Lu Wu and the others be angry when they woke up…?

Then the mountain god saw that the monarch had carved words with a single stroke of his sword.

The Kunlun jade wall then evolved these words, and even the mountain god, who did not understand Qin script, could read them.

His virtue surpasses the Three Sovereigns.

??!

The mountain god's pupils constricted, and he felt his scalp go numb in an instant.

The second sentence: His merits exceed the Five Emperors.

The mountain god was so shocked that he could not speak…

The person in front of him was also an emperor of the Age of Gods.

How arrogant and proud would he have to be, and what kind of achievements would he have to have to actually write these words? Then he exhaled, and the sword fell, turning into the third line of words.

The world is one nation.

At this time, a huge roar came from the far west, and a sharp aura soared into the sky, but it was surrounded by a vast expanse of ink-black clouds, shrouding this sharp aura. Although it was fierce and sharp, it was difficult to sustain, and was eventually slowly submerged.

The mountain god opened his mouth: "Qiongqi?!"

He turned his head and looked at the First Emperor, and said anxiously, "Qiongqi cannot be killed! In the past, he devoured one of the four poles of the earth, corresponding to the four spirits of the sky. If you only kill him, it will cause the heavens and earth to lose balance, the Nine Netherworld to expand, and the mountains and seas to directly fall to the human world!"

"The four poles of the earth?"

The First Emperor retracted his sword and looked towards the far west.

Even the Kunlun mountain god next to him, and the other gods of this Western Mountain Realm, silently watched the scene of Qiongqi roaring. Obviously, this man, who was accustomed to defeating enemies with his own strength, had actually fallen into a disadvantage, fighting and retreating, and had gone to the far west where he was exiled in the past.

Emperor Shun drove out the four fiends, each retreating eight thousand *li* to the borderlands.

And on this day, all the gods of the mountains and seas saw the emperor in ink-black robes supporting himself with his sword, his voice calm, and said, "Qiongqi."

"Retreat another eight thousand *li*!"

And such a voice was transmitted calmly. Then, the weapons in the hands of the Great Qin soldiers roared, the shouts from above Kunlun, and finally the roars from the mouths of the Great Qin people were transmitted to the border, eventually turning into a resonance of heaven and earth.

"Qiongqi, retreat another eight thousand *li*!!"

"Retreat another eight thousand *li*!"

"You!"

Qiongqi was extremely angry, but even he had to retreat again and again under such a charge. Beyond the range exiled by Emperor Shun in the past, he actually retreated more than eight thousand *li*. The hatred in his heart had risen to the limit. While the Kunlun mountain god was shocked, he suddenly saw a bow appear in the First Emperor's hand.

The Tai'a sword was unsheathed.

Majesty of the Way · Tai'a.

Using the sword as an arrow, recreating and even surpassing the arrow that once killed the subordinate of the Water God.

In an instant, brilliant sword light pierced through and severed the sky of the entire Western Mountain Realm of the *Shan Hai Jing*. Qiongqi, who had been forced to retreat another eight thousand *li*, had just turned around when the sword light directly pierced through his heart. The momentum of the sword did not stop, dragging the body of the ferocious god backwards. Qiongqi's feet scraped the ground, and he retreated another two thousand *li*.

A total of ten thousand *li*.

He was nailed into one of the four pillars of heaven supporting this world with the Tai'a sword.

The sea of clouds in the sky was severed in the middle.

The stars could be seen.

Everyone trembled in silence.

And the Great Qin terracotta warriors silently raised the weapons in their hands high.

The Kunlun mountain god trembled in his heart. The First Emperor looked back and said:

"Let my Tai'a temporarily replace the four poles of the earth."

"What do you think?"

The mountain god could not speak. The war bow in the First Emperor's hand shattered, and even this illusory body was cut and wounded, leaving behind blood. He looked at the blood in his hand, laughed heartily, stepped forward, and pointed his fingers on the jade wall, writing the last line of words.

Wei Yuan originally thought that he would write Great Qin First Emperor.

But in the end, the monarch's hand paused, and the stroke was the rare and solemn Everlasting Peace for the Divine Land.

His virtue surpasses the Three Sovereigns, and his merits exceed the Five Emperors – this was about himself.

The world is one nation, and Everlasting Peace for the Divine Land – this was about himself, but it was no longer just about himself.

This should be the achievements of later generations, and he had already inscribed this achievement here, only waiting for the people of later generations to take it away. In the eyes of the mountain god, if there was arrogance and loneliness in the first four lines, the spirit of the latter words had already surpassed the self-centeredness of the first two sentences. Connecting the beginning and the end, it was a truly magnificent grandeur.

This was the sacred mountain Kunlun where the gods gathered…

With the body of a human king, this was almost a person who wanted to place the human way above the divine way.

The First Emperor looked at the distant mountains and seas, and said with satisfaction:

"Although I cannot truly see the gods of Kunlun."

"But this Eastern Tour has also been a pleasure in my heart."

"If there is a next time…"

His voice paused, and he did not say more. His figure gradually began to become illusory. He turned back and looked at Wei Yuan.

He finally stretched out his hand, as if to encourage his subject by patting him on the shoulder.

But in the end, he pressed it on the top of the former boy's head, gently ruffled it, and said:

"I will remember you."

Even if you have experienced the torment of reincarnation, even if you are forgotten by the times, even if no one knows your past.

Even if the human world has been around for thousands of years.

I will remember you.

Therefore, as the years are long, you can hold your head high and move forward without worry.

Wei Yuan's eyes widened.

The First Emperor laughed loudly, "Great Qin, let the winds rise!"

He retracted his hand, took a step forward, and the sleeves of his ink-black robes fluttered in the wind on the top of Kunlun, and then fell calmly. Wei Yuan suddenly turned around and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but in the end, he only saw the streamers that disappeared between his fingers like a dream of stars.

The view from the top of Kunlun was wide open.

The Great Qin army had also disappeared, leaving only the silence of the entire world.

The heroes and outstanding figures in history were like blazing stars in the sky.

But ah, they will always leave.

After the hustle and bustle, only he was left alone again.

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, raised his hand, tapped his chest, and responded softly.

“…With you, my comrade.”

No one responded.

Only the wind responded.

ps: Today's first update… 4,800 words, thank you Canaan__ for the ten thousand reward, thank you~~

The end of the First Emperor's resurrection, the sword cuts off the four poles, demonstrating his power in the mountains and seas, ascending Kunlun and looking down on the heavens and earth.

I think that like Zhang Jiao's millennium of true cultivation and Zhuge Liang's falling stars in Wuzhangyuan, only the First Emperor is worthy of a departure that suits him, history is cruel and abrupt, but novels can be full of heroism.

By the way, the characters of the First Emperor, Zhang Jiao, and Zhuge Liang are also on the list, forming a four-piece set of bonds with King Yu to increase the critical damage by 300%. jpg.