Chapter 195 The Emperor's Dream

Even Wei Yuan felt his heart pounding heavily at this scene.

The eternal lamps burned on both sides, and in the still-deep palace hall, the monarch who should have died more than two thousand two hundred years ago sat peacefully. One hand rested on the Tai'a sword, which was placed in its scabbard. He calmly opened his eyes and looked down at Wei Yuan from the high seat.

He still maintained the most majestic appearance of his thirties, his eyes peaceful.

The ancient lamps in the hall seemed dim under the gaze of those eyes.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted slightly: "Your Majesty..."

"Yuan."

"It's you."

The monarch's voice was calm. He leaned back slightly, looked at the halberd-bearing warrior in armor below the hall, and said in a gentle and casual tone: "...What era is it now?"

His tone was just like in the past, when he had just woken up from a long dream, asking what time it was, and how long it would be before they reached the next city on their eastern tour. Wei Yuan subconsciously replied:

"Two thousand two hundred years have passed in the human world."

Wei Yuan came back to his senses.

The reason in his heart was frantically warning him that the First Emperor had died due to the divine nature riots in Shenzhou, and had been dead for more than two thousand years. It was impossible for him to still be alive. The most rational action at this moment should be to draw his sword instantly and surge with divine power, but he still couldn't draw his sword.

It wasn't just the bond between monarch and subject from that lifetime. The First Emperor, Yu, his teacher, A-Liang.

These people were extremely important to him, like stars lighting up the long night of his life. The First Emperor sighed, "More than two thousand years... It's been a long time."

He glanced at Wei Yuan and smiled, "Yuan, if you have something to say, just say it."

Wei Yuan was wearing armor, so he didn't need to perform a grand salute even when facing the monarch. He was silent for a moment, and said:

"As far as I know, Your Majesty, you are already..."

He didn't continue, because the First Emperor raised his hand. In that instant, Wei Yuan, who also possessed divine nature, suddenly contracted his pupils. He saw the First Emperor's body as if being pulled by rays of light. That was the power representing divine nature.

These divine natures, possessing independent consciousness and judgment, frantically wanted to break away from the monarch's side, but they couldn't break through. They only let out low roars, but gradually disappeared in the First Emperor's cold eyes, suppressed bit by bit.

Due to the influence of his own divine nature, Wei Yuan only felt his heart pounding heavily, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But he finally understood.

The First Emperor used himself to suppress the part of the divine nature that rioted at that time. In the end, his divine soul was also forced to become entangled with these divine natures. The divine natures were unwilling to perish along with the First Emperor's self, so they had to maintain the First Emperor's existence, allowing him to survive until now.

This was originally the principle of Xu Shi's elixir of immortality.

To let the true spirit of the self change from human to god.

It was just that the First Emperor's method was even more domineering. He directly surpassed these divine natures. Of course, this method was definitely not the First Emperor's original intention, but an accident. The First Emperor suppressed those rioting divine natures, a trace of fatigue appeared between his brows, and he said calmly:

"Having to listen to these evil gods' nonsense every day, I can't even remember when I last rested."

"However, the I you see now is just an illusory dream." He said with a smile:

"In front of his subjects, a monarch must at least maintain the dignity he should have."

"Two thousand two hundred years..."

"Tell me, what is this era like?"

After waking up, the thing that Ying Zheng was most interested in was still what this era was like. Wei Yuan hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, the Great Qin is no longer here..."

The First Emperor nodded calmly, "Yes, I know."

"So... um?!"

Wei Yuan was about to continue speaking, but his voice faltered when he heard this, and he looked at the First Emperor.

The First Emperor's mouth curled up in a smile that was either mocking his past claims of a second, third, or even ten thousandth generation, or ridiculing the emperors of past dynasties. He said calmly, "I can guess."

"Fusu is not bad, but his personality is too weak, and he can't cultivate a monarch with a sharp edge. I sent him to guard the border with Meng Tian, also hoping that he could think clearly in the fighting, that the emperor of Shenzhou should face the conquest of iron and blood."

"Benevolence can be used to govern a country, but it cannot expel the Xiongnu and foreign races."

"The border of a country is dyed with blood."

"I hope he understands this principle, but I don't have much hope. Throughout history, how many descendants of overlords are not worth mentioning. Fusu is already like this, so what will his children be like... Later on, will there be emperors who don't understand conquest and swords at all..."

"Such an era will definitely not last long."

"In the end, there is no eternal and immortal dynasty."

Wei Yuan calmed his mind and decided to reveal the matter of Hu Hai. He said slowly, "The Great Qin has naturally long ceased to exist, but the Yan Han, the Three Kingdoms, and the Wei and Jin dynasties that followed have also ended one by one. In the end, in our era, there are no more emperors."

"And the foundation for maintaining the country is still the law..."

Wei Yuan slowly opened his mouth, concisely introducing the era to the First Emperor.

The First Emperor listened very carefully.

Although he would occasionally frown in displeasure, he did not get angry because of it.

Sometimes, his brows would relax.

"Using laws as a guide, to guide the direction of the people."

"A prosperous and flourishing era..."

Ying Zheng was lost in thought. Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then placed his helmet and weapons aside, sat on the ground properly, and said, "Your Majesty, I have something I want to report." After the emperor nodded, Wei Yuan said, "I originally thought that your Majesty's pride would not allow you to revive in this way."

If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't dare to ask like this.

But Wei Yuan knew that the monarch in front of him had once suppressed all the gods of Shenzhou, one after another.

To let him survive in the current state, restrained by chaotic divine nature, was almost an insult to him.

The First Emperor said, "Pride?"

He laughed and said, "Well said. In your opinion, with my character and pride, I would indeed not be restrained by these evil gods. But you are wrong on one point."

The emperor rose, holding the Tai'a sword, and slowly walked down the throne. He said, "People without pride cannot achieve great things, but they will also be coerced by pride. Heroes and generals cannot lack this spirit, but emperors must rise above pride." He said, "Those who are held hostage by so-called pride will eventually die under such arrogance."

"Lord Wu'an was like this, and King Fuchai of Wu was like this."

The monarch's tone was calm and indifferent.

"And I, rise above everything."

When Ying Yiren fled Zhao Xiaocheng's palace in a panic, like a stray dog,

Among the people of Handan who were angry that officials had taken bribes and let Ying Yiren escape, no one would have thought that this King of Qin, who had grown up as a hostage and was quiet and even weak in character, and died at the age of thirty-five, would give birth to a son like Zheng.

In that era, the *Strategies of the Warring States* recorded: The people of Qin did not even know whether Qin belonged to Lao Ai or Lu Buwei. Everyone mockingly watched Qin, watching this country gradually collapse in absurdity.

In the ninth year of King Zheng of Qin, in April.

The young monarch personally took charge of the government, stepped out of the ancestral temple, and held a long sword, proving that he was qualified to become the monarch to govern. And when this young emperor, who had just come of age, easily suppressed the rebellious Lao Ai, expelled the Prime Minister of Qin, Lu Buwei, and coldly expelled his mother, whom he had known in Handan when he was young,

Everyone was shocked by the sudden appearance of such a young emperor, and his nine years of lurking calmness.

At this time, there were still eleven years before he unified the world.

King Zheng of Qin had already looked beyond those people, towards the vast territory, and began the history of conquering the six kingdoms.

And Marquis Lao Ai, who was torn apart by chariots, Zhao Ji, who had wreaked havoc in the harem, and Lu Buwei, who had once led his army to break through Eastern Zhou, were exiled, and eventually committed suicide under a letter from Ying Zheng. They were just insignificant ripples in this magnificent era.

When later historians described the tyranny of the Qin Dynasty, they were unwilling to betray their hearts and lie, but they were unwilling to mention the might of the King of Qin, so they could only write here, 'Lu Buwei was worried about being killed by Ying Zheng, so he poisoned himself to death in advance'.

History is so ruthlessly mocking everyone.

Wei Yuan looked at the emperor who said that sentence as a matter of course. The First Emperor had already passed him and stood at the palace gate, saying:

"For me, there are only things that should be done, and there is nothing I disdain to do."

Wei Yuan said, "What does Your Majesty think should be done..."

The First Emperor turned his eyes to look at his halberd-bearing warrior, "I am very interested in the era you spoke of."

"But rest assured, I am already a sleeping body of the past. If this era is really as you said, and can make me feel that I am not unworthy of Shenzhou, then I will naturally not do anything. But if this era is not like this."

His eyes were dark and calm, saying:

"The battle flag of the Great Qin will once again appear on the land of Shenzhou."

"This is what I thought at the beginning."

"Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, if Shenzhou is in turmoil when I wake up, then I will reunify this turmoil."

"This is the reason why I am willing to wake up again, even though I disdain this method of existence."

The First Emperor paused and looked at Wei Yuan, asking with emotion:

"I just don't know, by then, will you still be in the Qin army, Yuan?"

Wei Yuan only replied, "This era will not let Your Majesty down."

Ying Zheng smiled, "Is that so?"

……………………….In the area between the outer and inner cities of the Imperial Mausoleum, the black mass of Qin soldiers were silent, but gave people an overwhelming and terrifying pressure. Dong Yuefeng placed the young man possessed by Zhang Han flat on the ground, and looked from afar at the majestic Qin army, feeling that his heart was still trembling.

All along, the museum owner, who gave people an ordinary and gentle impression, was actually a general of the Great Qin, and still a general from the time of the First Emperor.

And he had just defeated the overlord Xiang Yu.

Dong Yuefeng felt that if he hadn't been running around when he was young and had a healthy body, he would definitely have suffered a heart attack by now. But even so, he felt that his heart was reaching its limit. No matter what, or who it was, today's stimulation was too much for an old man.

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly discovered that the Qin soldiers, who had been silent like sculptures, suddenly moved. They suddenly stood up, and under the surging black battle flag of the Great Qin, they knelt on one knee, performing the most respectful salute. This was far more solemn and grand than their response to Wei Yuan just now.

With a creaking sound, the gates of the Great Qin Palace behind them slowly opened.

Dong Yuefeng's brain buzzed, and his mind went blank. His knowledge and historical literacy made his palms tremble slightly. He turned his head stiffly and saw Wei Yuan in armor walking out. In front of him, he saw a man in black and xuan clothes, with a majestic brow, standing with a sword.

!!!

Dong Yuefeng staggered back, unable to stand any longer, and fell to the ground.

He stroked his heart, sighed, and murmured:

"The King of Qin sweeps away the six kingdoms, how mighty his tiger gaze is. He waves his sword to cut through the floating clouds, and the lords all come west."

"I have no regrets in this life, I have no regrets in this life..."

"Hahaha, I have no regrets in this life!"

Even he, who was always calm, couldn't help but lose control of his emotions.

Suddenly, a ray of light swept across the entire sky.

Then, those researchers who were also in ecstasy and excitement, and even ignored the fear, all fell asleep and collapsed to the ground. Even the Taoist priests who were granted the Five Thunders were no exception. Wei Yuan reached out to help Dong Yuefeng, and only after discovering that Dong Yuefeng had just fallen asleep did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The First Emperor said calmly, "I have sealed their memories of today."

Wei Yuan reacted.

No matter what the final decision was, the First Emperor definitely didn't like being disturbed endlessly.

Ying Zheng looked towards the entrance, saying, "To be able to tour Shenzhou again in such an era is also a spectacular sight for me."

"Even if it is just a fleeting dream, it is still moving."

Wei Yuan said, "This era will not let Your Majesty down."

Ying Zheng laughed, "Is that so?"

"Then, halberd-bearing warrior."

"Why don't you lead the way?"

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