Chapter 128

　　Above the burning bronze cauldron, blazing flames soared into the sky, representing the so-called Qi of humanity. The nine cauldrons represented nine streams of fiercely burning Qi, tearing apart the divine veil cast down by the gods.

　　Beacon smoke billowed magnificently. On the vast and boundless earth, Qin soldiers from world after world charged and fought. They hadn't been under the First Emperor's command for long, certainly not long enough to display such terrifying combat abilities. However, with the accelerated flow of time, this was no longer an issue.

　　Shi Yi, the former master of the Northwest Celestial Domain, lowered his eyes, gazing towards the distant horizon.

　　The aura of time flowed and changed around him, mysterious and indescribable.

　　His gaze was steady and calm. The First Emperor's right hand rested on the hilt of the Tai'a Sword. His voice was deep, slow, and calm, "The coordinated Qi of thirty million armored soldiers advancing and retreating as one requires an extremely long time to cultivate. Without your power…"

　　"Training such elite soldiers would not be so simple."

　　The First Emperor's voice was even and powerful, possessing a natural dignity and magnetism that made those who heard him subconsciously choose to submit, filled with a sense of awe. This was the so-called magnificent Qi of humanity.

　　However, Shi Yi beside him remained calm and composed, not panicking in the face of such an aura, nor showing the slightest ripple in his mind due to the First Emperor's praise.

　　Even so, overlooking the vast battlefield ahead, with the number of people participating in a single battle reaching tens of thousands just on their side, the sound of footsteps could cause the earth to tremble, and the roars shook the sky, as if thunder was running across the land.

　　And then there were the enemies.

　　The scale was even larger. This was no longer a war to conquer a city or destroy a country; it was clearly a war to break through worlds! A struggle between worlds!

　　The sound of weapons clashing alone was enough to create waves that swept across the earth and sky!

　　Thirty million soldiers clad in armor and wielding weapons. Shi Yi was well aware that his power merely allowed these soldiers to take shape. However, taking shape was one thing; bringing together these warriors from different worlds, different camps, and even different races, and uniting them to fight under his banner, was something only an unparalleled overlord could achieve.

　　Without this crucial element, the thirty million armored soldiers would be entangled in infighting, leading to a massive collapse. Not only would they be unable to fight as one sword, but simply maintaining formation would be a huge challenge.

　　And to bring together so many combatants, keeping them orderly and sharp…

　　Only the man beside him could do it.

　　Shi Yi wasn't wearing armor. He was dressed as a scholar, one hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield. He watched this magnificent battlefield—the sharpness of Great Qin, conquering the world. Then, with the power of time, he trained armored soldiers to conquer the world.

　　World after world submitted.

　　Even though the First Emperor beside him hadn't implemented a policy of tyranny, but instead extremely lenient policies—otherwise, it would have been impossible to gather so many warriors from different worlds under his command, fighting bravely—a worry appeared in Shi Yi's mind.

　　This worry stemmed from Shi Yi's own grand aspiration. He wasn't loyal to the so-called First Emperor, nor was he loyal to "Qin."

　　He yearned for a world of universal harmony, without high or low status, without strife or killing, where the strong had their order, the weak had their support, and the old, young, orphaned, and widowed were all cared for. The monarch beside him still showed a spirit of embracing everything, like an azure dragon. But would such a person change in the end?

　　This man, who constantly conquered the world, after obtaining it, would he instead gather the power of these many worlds and become the true enemy standing in the way of that grand aspiration? If so, should he still assist him, or should he make another choice?

　　Or should he simply leave?

　　Or, taking advantage of the absence of those strong individuals, should he strike against him?

　　Shi Yi's expression was calm, his eyes still peacefully watching the scene ahead.

　　The entire battlefield was vast and magnificent. Even transmitting military orders required the use of signal flags.

　　The signal flags waved and danced, creating almost layer upon layer of storms. An army of thirty million men operated with ease. This was no longer something that could be achieved with a simple military formation that gathered the Qi of ten thousand men into one.

　　The ancient art of war had reappeared on this battlefield and, with the help of new technologies and magic, had reached a peak that was unimaginable in the past.

　　On the battlefield, two sections were separated, and the momentum of the enemy and the allies converged.

　　Then, these two cores began to clash, with layers of momentum accumulating, eventually forming a huge platform, ninety-nine stories high, each story several meters tall, with magnificent flames, gathering the spirit of both sides.

　　The enemy here was the Siyou Kingdom, or rather, a unified front of various divine kingdoms centered on the Siyou Kingdom. At this moment, Si Tu, the master of life and death of the Great Wilderness after Siyou, stood on the battle formation, facing Zhuge Wuhou, protected by Da Yi.

　　The two sides began to entangle and tear apart their Qi on the battlefield, using methods similar to the Qimen formation.

　　Although it wasn't a real fight with every move drawing blood, the danger was no less. Even a simple collision of Qi could bring about turbulent changes, causing the earth to collapse, rivers to be cut off, and thunder from the nine heavens to fall on the battlefield, stirring up much ominous energy.

　　Shi Yi was watching that battlefield, watching the core of the battlefield, already thinking.

　　Had Zhuge Wuhou, who could predict things like a god, already known what he was thinking?

　　Or had he actually foreseen it? Was Zhuge Wuhou's participation in this battle, leaving him and the First Emperor together, a deliberate attempt to give him and the First Emperor a chance to be alone, or even, deep down, a hint of an intention to borrow a knife to kill someone? But whose knife was he planning to borrow, and whose head was he going to cut off?

　　Even though he had known Zhuge Wuhou for a long time, Shi Yi still couldn't completely see through him.

　　Beneath that gentle, smiling face, seemingly without any hostility…

　　The amount of thoughts hidden was unprecedented and unheard of by Shi Yi.

　　The First Emperor suddenly spoke, his voice still steady and calm, "Shi Yi, what do you think of the current military formation?"

　　Shi Yi withdrew his thoughts and said lightly, "Commands are obeyed, like one person, stern and terrifying."

　　"Worthy of the iron army of Great Qin."

　　Shi Yi wasn't lying or deliberately saying nice things. His personality was serious and rigid, never willing to make so-called compromises. But even with the eyes and vision of a god who had been stationed in the Northwest Celestial Domain for tens of thousands of years, this was still an army that was admirable and terrifying.

　　Not only were commands obeyed, but the art of war was also constantly evolving.

　　Various groups split off, each led by talented and heroic figures with great destiny from different worlds, or strong heroes who had left a huge name in human history, galloping across the battlefield, across this vast and boundless land, with flashing swords and heroic men.

　　There were also women whose courage was outstanding, standing in the midst of the fighting.

　　Such an army was undoubtedly extremely powerful.

　　However, the First Emperor, who suppressed these endless heroes and commanded an army of thirty million lives to fight against the gods, stirred up a hint of complex jealousy and apprehension in Shi Yi's heart.

　　The First Emperor didn't respond to Shi Yi's comment. He simply held the hilt of his sword, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, watching the battlefield. He suddenly smiled and said, "Like one person? Interesting, interesting…"

　　"But ah, Shi Yi, you can see the laws of the world, but sometimes you can't see the hearts of these people."

　　He lowered his eyes and said softly, "These people aren't like one person."

　　"Do you know that people aren't grass, nor are they emotionless beings?"

　　He looked down at the battlefield in front of him, where the wind and clouds were surging and the fighting was fierce, as if all of it was reflected in his eyes. He said softly, "Among them are those who are arrogant and self-important, wanting to accomplish the unfinished achievements of their predecessors in order to prove that their talent is no less than that of the ancients."

　　A young general roared, the Huo battle flag behind him billowing in the chaotic battlefield.

　　"Some only care about their own fighting and great ambitions, not caring about the name behind them, seeking only a lifetime of joy. If they can't eat five cauldrons while alive, they'll be boiled in five cauldrons after death. Rising from humble beginnings, they want the whole world to revolve in their palms."

　　On the high platform, the disheveled military strategist's eyes lit up, watching the battlefield ahead, almost turning into endless flames, rising up, and then in one breath, sweeping the entire world into those flames, burning it to ashes.

　　"There are also those who are driven by righteousness, seeking only the fulfillment of a grand aspiration."

　　'Jade can be shattered but its whiteness cannot be changed, bamboo can be burned but its joints cannot be destroyed. Although the body may perish, the name can be passed down in history.'"

　　In the chaotic battlefield, a tall man with a long beard, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, tore out cold and domineering rays, then swept and danced, like winter snow, fluttering endlessly. Often, with a single charged strike, he could cut down the enemy in front of him from their warhorses.

　　"There are also those who have no heart for war at all, only hoping that one day they can be freed from this battle and return to the shores of a lake to herd horses."

　　That was a man with immense power, holding a heavy and domineering iron spear.

　　Bearing the name of Overlord, he galloped across this distant battlefield of another world, an unparalleled warrior. Along with the First Emperor's calm whisper, Shi Yi's gaze also fell on those heroes who had fought on this vast battlefield. And there were many more such heroes, from all over the universe, countless in number, including ambitious individuals who wanted to overthrow the current First Emperor and take his place.

　　Since they were heroes, born between heaven and earth.

　　How could they be willing to be driven by others like this? They were unwilling.

　　They didn't want to.

　　They still wanted to look up, to look, to walk, to stand in the highest position.

　　What about the First Emperor? We can replace him!

　　In that instant, Shi Yi saw through the undercurrents and surging waves hidden within this army of thirty million. They were even more intense than the battlefield itself, making people feel their hearts swell, as if they were about to be drawn in by the ambitions of each of these powerful heroes.

　　Dragons and snakes from the wilderness were all gathered here!

　　Shi Yi's pupils contracted. He felt that he had underestimated the strong divine will and will of these heroes, which surged and boiled like the sea. The First Emperor could suppress them and drive them to fight here, but even if he could control them in the short term, how could he guarantee that he wouldn't be overthrown by these magnificent waves in the long run?

　　The First Emperor's voice was steady and slow:

　　"In addition to these, there is one person who strives not for the name of a lifetime, but for the name of hundreds or even thousands of lifetimes."

　　He looked up at Zhuge Wuhou, who was fighting in the distance, his voice long and soft:

　　"All living beings have desires, so Shi Yi…"

　　He turned his eyes, looking at Shi Yi in front of him, and said, "Do you know what my wish is?"

　　Shi Yi was silent, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

　　At that moment, with a thunderous explosion, the ninety-nine-story skyscraper that had gathered countless causes and hopes collapsed. Si Tu, in the collision of Qi, was defeated by Zhuge Wuhou, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. When he fell, he hadn't even hit the ground before he died.

　　This battle wasn't a battle of individual force, but a battle of national and world Qi.

　　It was a battle between the Qi of the divine kingdom ahead and the strong Qi of these thousands of armored soldiers!

　　The young Marquis Wu landed on the ground, his expression gentle, and replied:

　　"Some say, 'The sin is in the moment, but the merit is in the millennium.' Is that the First Emperor's authority?"

　　The First Emperor didn't answer, and said, "Wuhou has returned early."

　　The young Marquis Wu smiled and nodded, "It's not Liang's power; it's that the Qi of the thirty million Qin iron cavalry is sufficient."

　　"With this Qi, I can defeat them as easily as crushing grass and wood."

　　"Moreover, since he is Si Tu, then Si Tu, the chief minister, coughing blood and dying because of Liang, is also as it should be."

　　In the previous battle, Siyou had already been severely injured. Now, Si Tu, who was in charge of the great formation, also coughed up blood and died on the battlefield. The blow to the morale of the enemy was unprecedented. In addition, those who led these Qin troops at this moment were rare and powerful generals. They were crushing the enemy like dry weeds.

　　After the great battle, they took advantage of the situation. Those who surrendered weren't killed, and those who dared to resist were all beheaded. Even Siyou, who was seriously injured and recovering, was bound. This god, who once had a great reputation in the Great Wilderness, who once hoped for Dao Fruit, and was known as the god with the deepest foundation under the Dao Fruit, was now in endless embarrassment.

　　Even if he was hit by the backlash of Qi and collapsed by the Qi of humanity, his seriously injured body...

　　Was still huge, like a mountain range.

　　The nine human cauldrons stood in nine directions, all of them incomparably huge, with the marks left by world after world. They were burning violently, showing a terrifying aura of flame, vast and magnificent, the brilliance of humanity!

　　Even in his seriously injured state, sitting there was like a high mountain.

　　Siyou, the great god who needed countless warriors to pull the huge chains that bound his hands, feet, and neck, lowered his eyes and suddenly heard a faint commotion. He looked up and saw the black-armored warriors in front of him silently part like waves of water, and the monarch holding the Tai'a Sword walked forward.

　　It was as if the whole world was surrendering before him.

　　A trace of streamer flashed in the eyes of the god Siyou. His voice was hoarse, and he said slowly, "Ying Zheng…"

　　"I didn't expect that I would lose to you, to you humans."

　　Ying Zheng looked up at the god in front of him, the god who controlled life and death.

　　The monarch who once pursued immortality and longevity had now bound this great god of life and death in front of him.

　　At this moment, a sense of joy and relief rarely appeared in his heart. His voice was still deep, slow, and dignified, and he said softly: "When you used the lives of dozens or hundreds of worlds as your resources for advancement and life, you should have expected the scene that was about to happen today, shouldn't you?"

　　The great god Siyou suddenly laughed loudly.

　　Even though he was bound and seriously injured, with blood constantly gushing out, he was still laughing so wildly, saying, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Are you saying that you want to avenge the common people of countless worlds?"

　　"Hahahaha, ridiculous, ridiculous. You're just like me."

　　"Ying Zheng!"

　　"Even if you eventually win these worlds one by one, won't you exploit them?"

　　"The strong are strong, and the weak die. There is an order of superiors and inferiors. And you, maybe you're standing below now, but one day you'll reach my point. At that time, won't you also use hundreds of thousands of worlds to support your own body?"

　　"At that time, are you a human or a god?"

　　"No matter what you think you are, in front of others, there is no difference."

　　"You are the highest one."

　　"With a single thought, you will squeeze the blood and sweat of the people!"

　　The great god Siyou laughed loudly. His eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the emperor in black clothes, holding his sword, as if he had realized the future of this monarch with the understanding of the god of life and death. Therefore, he understood that he and the other were actually not different at all. Therefore, he knew that his present was the other's future.

　　Therefore, he mocked and laughed freely.

　　The First Emperor said lightly, "Is that so?"

　　"Unfortunately, you're wrong."

　　"I am still the emperor, but I don't intend to continue to be the so-called ruler."

　　"So, everything you said will never happen again."

　　The First Emperor's eyes were deep, cold, and indifferent to the extreme. Siyou's laughter stopped, and he said, "Then what's the point of what you're doing? When you leave, the order will still collapse. Different worlds, different races, killing each other, hahahaha…"

　　"Different worlds? Different races?"

　　The First Emperor said calmly, "What's the difference?"

　　Siyou's arrogant laughter stopped.

　　The man named Zheng, wearing black clothes, looked directly at Siyou. From his eyes, he seemed to see a trace of hesitation and fear, so he calmly and softly said: "You are the god of life and death. I have heard that in the future, there will be reincarnation. Then today, the people of my Yanhuang Huaxia will also be reincarnated into other races, other creatures, and other creatures may not be reincarnated into the people of my Yanhuang." (Yanhuang = early Chinese civilization)

　　"Everything is determined by rules."

　　"Whoever has grown up in my Yanhuang land, whoever accepts the Yanhuang morals from their heart."

　　"They are the people of my Yanhuang. I will not conquer and suppress all worlds like you. Although the land is vast, it will eventually be rebelled against. Even if there are hundreds of thousands of worlds, what is the use of gaining three or five today and losing them tomorrow? You can look down on such exploitation, but I can't."

　　Siyou's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of confusion and fear appeared in his eyes.

　　You…

　　No, it's impossible, you want to…

　　You want to!

　　The First Emperor lowered his eyes and said:

　　"I want to take the hearts of all beings as the boundary, and the true spirits of all beings as the city."

　　"Those who win the hearts of the people, win their land; those who lose the land lose the people and the land. I want one day, all the people of the world, all living beings in the ten directions of the heavens, their hearts, minds, and souls, will all be Huaxia; this heart and this thought will all be in Yanhuang."

　　"If this can be achieved, what can be lost compared to a city or a world?"

　　Siyou's face changed drastically.

　　This, this!!!

　　All the spirits of the world believe that they are Yanhuang, and all think that they are one of Huaxia.

　　In this way, wouldn't that be turning the four words Yanhuang Huaxia into the basic order and laws of all things in the world? Siyou's brain boomed, and he instantly convulsed violently and went blank.

　　Such a state can be called—

　　Dao Fruit!

　　The First Emperor looked up at the Great Qin iron cavalry behind him, with fluttering banners. Siyou seemed to have come back to his senses and struggled violently. The First Emperor had already turned around and said calmly: "Today's words are difficult to tell others, since you are a person who is about to die, you can discuss Tao with me. In the next life, I will invite you to drink."

　　Siyou was unwilling and struggled violently, roaring: "Even if that's the case, you won't succeed!"

　　"Even people can't be permanently peaceful with each other, let alone hundreds of thousands of worlds!"

　　"There will be fighting, there will be killing!"

　　"Ah ha ha ha, there will definitely be, definitely, this is something that will never be solved, never disappear!"

　　The First Emperor stared at him and said, "I know."

　　Know?

　　Siyou was stunned.

　　The First Emperor's right hand was on the sword, and the sleeve with the dragon sparrow pattern slightly drooped. He said lightly:

　　"But that time."

　　"Even if there is a big dispute in hundreds of thousands of worlds, it will just be my Yanhuang's internal fighting."

　　"In a family, brothers still have to fight. It's not a big deal, it doesn't matter."

　　!!!

　　In an instant, the unparalleled magnificence made Siyou's scalp tingle, and he couldn't speak.

　　The First Emperor waved his sleeve and said indifferently:

　　"The god Siyou, relying on his power, despising all living beings, beheaded!"

　　Thirty million iron-clad Qin troops roared in unison.

　　"Behead!"

　　"Behead!"

　　"Behead!"

　　Rumble!!!

　　The Qi of humanity gathered suddenly, turning into a high platform, turning into a huge blood-red guillotine. The killing intent was strong, made by humanity, cutting off the blood of all gods. In the booming sound, this god-slaying guillotine had already beheaded Siyou. Blood was overflowing, and everything was silent in an instant.

　　The First Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at Shi Yi over there.

　　The latter's heart and soul were agitated, and he suddenly understood the necessity of the existence of countless heroes in these thirty million iron armors. Only when the world entered Huaxia Yanhuang could there be a foundation for a world of great harmony. At that time, even if the First Emperor himself lost his ambition at this moment.

　　There would naturally be a second one with such courage to replace him!

　　This was the will of the First Emperor.

　　Shi Yi's heart was slightly shaken. When the First Emperor rode past on his warhorse, he subconsciously bowed and saluted.

　　The First Emperor's eyes were calm and indifferent.

　　There were many heroes and heroes in the world.

　　There were those who were arrogant and self-important, wanting to accomplish the unfinished achievements of their predecessors in order to prove that their talent was no less than that of the ancients.

　　There were those who only cared about their own fighting and great ambitions, not caring about the name behind them, seeking only a lifetime of joy. If they can't eat five cauldrons while alive, they'll be boiled in five cauldrons after death. Rising from humble beginnings, they want the whole world to revolve in their palms.

　　There were also those who were driven by righteousness, seeking only the fulfillment of a grand aspiration.

　　'Jade can be shattered but its whiteness cannot be changed, bamboo can be burned but its joints cannot be destroyed. Although the body may perish, the name can be passed down in history.'

　　There were also those who had no heart for war at all, only hoping that one day they could be freed from this battle and return to the shores of a lake to herd horses.

　　And, that one who strove not for the name of one life, but for the name of hundreds and thousands of lifetimes.

　　The First Emperor raised his eyes.

　　My ambition.

　　Is even bigger than theirs!!!

　　The First Emperor raised his hand and suddenly looked at the young Wuhou, who strove for the name of hundreds of thousands of lifetimes, and said: "His marriage seems to have arrived."

　　The young Marquis Wu breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."

　　At this moment, even if Emperor Zhaolie was in front, his dragon Qi would be suppressed by the monarch in front of him, right?

　　The emperor in black raised his eyes, and paths of laws gathered in the void, which was also a battlefield with roars and killings. Bai Qi's voice answered: "Reporting to Your Majesty!"

　　"The war division led by Xing Tian and the Nine Li war division led by Chi You have all completed their goals."

　　The First Emperor said lightly: "How many worlds have been destroyed?"

　　Bai Qi replied indifferently: "Six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine worlds, plus this world, which is exactly seven thousand worlds."

　　"Have too many people been killed?"

　　"No."

　　Shi Yi suddenly understood and said: "Have the gods been killed…"

　　So Bai Qi stopped answering.

　　"So."

　　The First Emperor rode his dragon horse and said lightly: "Raise the swords again and fight again."

　　Bai Qi raised his eyes and waited, and more and more, thirty million black armors, even giants knelt on one knee and lowered their eyes. Everything suddenly became silent, and there was no longer even a trace of noise.

　　The Tai'a sword was whistling in its sheath, seeming to want to drink blood. The emperor in black tapped the sword sheath and said calmly:

　　"Since the Celestial Venerable of the Beginning of Time is getting married, then let's descend on three thousand more worlds."

　　"Combine ten thousand worlds."

　　"To celebrate it."

　　There was a dead silence, and then there was a roar like a tsunami, as if the terrifying roar that shook the entire world and tore apart the past order rose and circled here—

　　"Yes!!!"