Chapter 185 Sword Sheath

The Human Realm—

The original location of the Emperor's Tomb.

The fierce battle with Gonggong, one of the Ten Great Peaks, completely exhausted this final gift from the Mo family. The spirituality of all the war puppets had dissipated entirely, leaving only the function of a tourist attraction. Furthermore, it was quite dilapidated, and even the array that expanded the interior space had disappeared.

Transcendance faded away, and the last of the Great Qin war puppets completed their final battle, disappearing into history.

Under the moonlight, the Twelve Golden Men still stood, holding chains in their hands.

A single golden man represents the pinnacle of Mo family's mechanism techniques.

By itself, it only possesses human-level combat power. However, once the Twelve Golden Men are assembled, they represent an aura chain similar to the Nine Cauldrons. Especially in the Human Realm, connected to the dragon veins beneath the earth, they possess an extremely powerful conceptual suppression.

A demon god was bound by chains.

Limbs, waist, and neck were all shackled.

The remaining six golden men held weapons, pressing against his neck, the back of his head, and his heart. Upon closer inspection, one could see that these chains were all connected to the thickest one, which pierced through the demon god's pipa bone (collarbone).

Even a demon god from the Great Wilderness, locked down by a concept similar to the Nine Cauldrons,

would completely lose their ability to move.

His face was filled with terror, and disbelief surged in his heart. He had only just set foot on this land, separated from his companion, when he encountered a terrifying ambush. Ultimately, under the effect of a mythical concept akin to the Nine Cauldrons, he quickly fell and was then chained.

He had been kneeling here for a full day and night.

As time passed, the fear and unease in his heart accumulated.

Every second was more intense than the last.

As if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Until the sound of footsteps slowly approached, the demon god abruptly raised his head. A metallic screech rang out as two Great Qin war halberds crossed, directly locking his head, and then pressing down forcefully. In that brief moment, he confirmed that it was the approaching figure who had ambushed him with the Twelve Golden Men.

A low sword hum.

Under the night sky, the Tai'a Sword's edge was sharp, slowly pressing against the demon god's throat. The youth had his right hand behind his back, his dark eyes seemed to hold something even deeper than the night. That demon god was not a runaway, but had been captured.

"From which rift did you enter the Human Realm?"

The demon god told the Emperor the location of the rift, painfully saying, "There isn't another one. Only the two of us came in. You don't need to worry…"

"I am never worried about that."

"Hmm? No, you…"

The demon god suddenly realized that the man's eyes were not focused on prevention.

That sense of aggression, like a raging fire in the night, even made him feel a trace of fear.

It wasn't for defense…

He wanted to enter the Great Wilderness!

The demon god blurted out:

"No, don't kill me, spare…"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The sword pierced the demon god's throat, severing it and ending his life. The Twelve Golden Men, representing the Human Realm's luck, exerted their force simultaneously. The chains pulled, snapping the demon god's twelve heavenly stem meridians, destroying his dantian, tearing his spine apart. Finally, two halberds crossed, severing that green-faced, fanged head.

The scent of blood was thick in the night.

The First Emperor said calmly:

"The moment you stepped onto Shenzhou."

"You were already courting death. Yuan is still too soft."

"What do you think? Zhuge Kongming."

His dark eyes seemed to hold everything. The sharp sword hummed slightly. The First Emperor turned his head slightly. Accompanied by a helpless sigh, the white-robed strategist appeared not far behind the Emperor, touching his nose: "Liang couldn't sleep tonight, so I came out for a walk."

The young strategist smiled and said, "It seems Your Majesty, the First Emperor, couldn't sleep either."

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat subtle. On the Wielding Might Tai'a, blood representing a portion of divinity flowed down. Zhuge Wu Hou looked at the dead demon god, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Your Majesty, the First Emperor, you asked about the location of the Great Wilderness rift. I wonder what you plan to do?"

"Could it be that you plan to leave without saying goodbye, heading to the Great Wilderness through that rift?"

The Emperor laughed and replied, "Of course not."

The Tai'a Sword slowly returned to its sheath.

"That rift is just a rat hole for despicable stowaways. I will go with Yuan to Chaoge City, and then take the road from Chaoge to Kunlun, arriving at the Great Wilderness openly."

The young strategist said, "Liang thought that Your Majesty had already put down those desires for conflict and would peacefully retire in the old streets of Shenzhou. The mortal world is quite good as well."

The First Emperor laughed loudly, "The mortal world, the myriad realms of humanity, are certainly good!"

"But not the best."

"Zhuge Wu Hou, I ask you."

"Tell me, what is the scabbard of an Emperor's sword?"

The young strategist said, "It is to treat the people with generosity, to govern with benevolence and love for the people, the myriad realms of humanity, to allow the people to rest."

"It is also the smoke and fire of this mortal world…"

The First Emperor looked at the strategist in front of him, gently waving his feather fan, and said, "Good, then allow me to ask, Zhuge Liang, tell me, what is the meaning of the scabbard?"

谷瑦</span>The young strategist was silent for a long time, and replied:

"The meaning of the scabbard is to draw the sword."

If it is not drawn, then the sword is just a decoration.

It has no value.

So the Emperor smiled and said, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The white-robed strategist gently waved his feather fan and smiled, "...I'm just lamenting that Your Majesty is still the hegemon who unified the world and created the imperishable empire of Shenzhou. The smoke and fire of the mortal world are ultimately not a place where someone like you should stay."

"Hahahaha, you? To address me like that, Zhuge Wu Hou, are you no longer feigning that gentle, kind, respectful, and frugal appearance?" The First Emperor laughed several times, flicked his sleeves, dressed in black robes, resembling the black clouds of the Great Qin. His hand was slender, holding the hilt of the Tai'a Sword, and he said loudly:

"Zhuangzi speaks of swords."

"The commoner's sword has disheveled hair, a protruding topknot, drooping hat, tassels of barbarian silk, short clothes behind, glaring eyes, and difficult speech. They strike each other in front, above severing necks and collars, below deciding the liver and lungs. They have not seen A Yuan's swordsmanship, otherwise they would know the spirit of a white rainbow piercing the sun, the sharpness of a comet striking the moon."

"The feudal lord's sword uses brave warriors as its blade, honest officials as its edge, virtuous officials as its spine, loyal and sage officials as its guard, and heroic officials as its clamp. This is just the way to govern a country, nothing more. I have already learned it."

"Unfortunately, Zhuangzi is ultimately just a recluse, not knowing affairs of state."

"The feudal lord's sword is old news!"

Zhuge Wu Hou said, "Then, what does the First Emperor want?"

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, calmly saying, "Using Yanxi Stone City as the blade, Mount Qi Dai as the edge, Jin and Wei as the spine, Zhou and Song as the guard, Han and Wei as the clamp; enveloping it with the four barbarians, wrapping it with the four seasons, surrounding it with the Bohai Sea, girding it with Mount Chang; shaping it with the five elements, discussing it with punishment and virtue; opening it with yin and yang, holding it with spring and autumn, wielding it with autumn and winter."

"Zhuge Wu Hou, the talent of the Crouching Dragon, knowing the affairs of the world without leaving Nanyang."

"This is the Human Emperor's sword, I wonder if it can be hung over the Great Wilderness Kunlun!"

The young man was stunned.

He saw in the eyes of the young First Emperor a kind of fiery flame he had never seen before.

This was a man destined for killing and conquest. He knew that even with his Nüwa clay body, there was a limit to his lifespan, and he had been asleep for too long. The Great Qin had not waged war for too long. The divine sword that was judged to be of awe-inspiring power was becoming history. The paean of the Great Qin had turned into the dust of the years, and he knew that he was gradually aging.

Every day he stopped, he had one less chance to accomplish his goal. The beauty of the mortal world was no different from poison to him. He was unwilling to grow old in the mortal world.

The monarch, holding his sword, brushed past the strategist, his sleeves fluttering, his tone calm:

"I will leave the Twelve Golden Men here, using the name of the Great Qin, to eternally suppress the Human Realm without end."

"And then personally go to the Great Wilderness."

Going from the Great Wilderness rift was just the panicked and helpless act of a stowaway.

Arriving grandly and openly from the Great Path was the march of a monarch.

"Merit surpassing the Three Sovereigns, virtue exceeding the Five Emperors."

"The Human Emperor's sword is straight without front, raised without above, at rest without below, moved without beside, above severing the floating clouds, below severing the earth's boundaries. A monarch does not jest. The words I have spoken, I will realize them one by one… Then, Wu Hou, it's cold today. If you can't sleep, it's best to go back early."

"Qing… be careful not to catch a cold."

The First Emperor's dark, deep eyes fell, and the young strategist's eyes held a gentle smile.

A hegemon whose merits surpass the Three Sovereigns and whose virtues exceed the Five Emperors, a strategist with the talent of the Crouching Dragon who plots for the world.

The two crossed paths in the deep night.

A Yuan was still sleeping.

Zhuge Wu Hou stopped waving his feather fan, and after a long time, exhaled.

A domineering nature far exceeding Cao Mengde, a spirit absolutely above Sun Wu, and a pattern of one country under heaven that surpasses Xuan De. The First Emperor… the annotation of the term Eastern Emperor, the creator of the situation of [unity after prolonged division, division after prolonged unity] in Shenzhou for thousands of years.

The young strategist gently waved his feather fan, and in those eyes that held a gentle smile.

Deep and unfathomable, not at all inferior to the domineering monarch.

"A Yuan is surrounded by troublesome figures, it really is like this…"

……………………

The next day, inside the museum.

The space, modified by the Qiankun Sleeve (universe in the sleeve) technique, was large enough to hold a football match inside a paper cup.

Huo Qubing excitedly changed into his clothes, a Great Han strong bow on his back, a long spear, red battle robe, silver armor, a golden ring in his ponytail, heroic and valiant. In fact, although Wei Yuan was a swordsman, generally speaking, long-handled weapons had far greater combat power, destructive power, and lethality than short weapons like swords.

On the battlefield, the destructive power of a long spear was such that short weapons could only engage if they got close.

And the opponent was not a wooden stake. Naturally, there were methods in spearmanship to prevent opponents from getting close. Then, if the opponent could not fight back, and a knife was swung, it would at most leave a large gash, while a spear thrust would cause a penetrating wound, claiming lives.

Because today they were trying to connect to Chaoge City and open the passage.

Su Yu'er was also there.

The heroic and valiant Huo Qubing secretly glanced at the girl over there, and then immediately retracted his gaze, unaware of how obvious this small action was in the eyes of those around him.

He puffed out his chest and said loudly, "Come on, Curator Wei."

"I know you seem to be a scholar, so I will show mercy."

The young famous general wielded the weapon in his hand and said confidently:

"Please, attack with all your strength!!!"

ps: Today's first update…………