A monstrous might spread out from the Primogenitor Palace.
Outside the entire Primogenitor Palace, everyone was enveloped in an irresistible pressure.
"Correct."
Suddenly, a thunderous sound echoed in the void.
Hearing that.
Everyone outside Gong Luan was abnormally excited.
"Greetings, Patriarch."
Ying Ji's expression also became excited as he kowtowed.
Behind him, all of Great Qin's civil and military officials looked shocked as they respectfully bowed.""Greetings, Patriarch."
To the old Qin people, the existence of the Primogenitor Palace meant that Great Qin's founding ancestor had been suppressing the country.
But to the people of the world, no one knew whether the existence of the Qin Country's Old Ancestor was alive or dead.
After all, hundreds of years had passed since Ying Tian's era.
But even now, Ying Tian's reputation had made all the powers in the world, including the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, not dare to cause any trouble in Xianyang.
"Zheng 'er."
"The ancestor has acknowledged you."
"From now on, you shall take Ying as your surname, and you shall be Ying Zheng.”
Ying Ji stared at Zhao Zheng and said loudly.
He recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan. He returned to the imperial clan and took Ying as his surname.
"Ying Zheng thanks Old Ancestor for your great kindness."
Ying Zheng bowed respectfully towards the Primogenitor Palace.
Ying Ji slowly stood up, glanced at the kneeling civil and military officials of Great Qin, and said,""Today."
"Zheng 'er will acknowledge his ancestors and return to the Great Qin Imperial Clan.”
"I bestow the Sword Lulu."
As he spoke.
Ying Ji unsheathed the Lulu Sword from his waist, which symbolized the power of the King of Qin. With a look of reluctance in his eyes, he solemnly handed over the power in his hand, as well as the hope of uniting the world, to Ying Zheng.
Seeing this scene.
All the civil and military officials 'expressions changed slightly.
The Lulu Sword.
This wasn't just a Heaven-grade divine weapon, but it also represented the authority of Great Qin's ruler, the King of Qin.
Ying Ji had given this sword to Ying Zheng, and the hidden meaning behind it was naturally guessed by every civil and military official.
"Great-grandfather…I..."
Even though Ying Zheng was young, he knew what the Lulu Sword represented. He had just returned to Qin, and yet, his great-grandfather had already placed such high importance on him. This made him, who had suffered so much, both moved and shocked.
"Catch."
Ying Ji's voice was filled with an unquestionable power.
"Yes."
Ying Zheng sensed the determination in Ying Ji's eyes, and solemnly took over the Lulu Sword with both hands.
"Zhu 'er, Zichu."
"Remember what I told you today.”
"My Great Qin surname is Ying. Don't forget to go east.”
"Zheng 'er, you must remember this as well."
Ying Ji staggered back a few steps, and the redness on his face gradually faded, turning pale.
"I swear to remember it."
Ying Zhu and Ying Zichu knelt on the ground, their voices filled with bitterness.
When those imperial physicians saw Ying Ji's actions, their expressions all turned fearful.
The last moment of life had already arrived.
Ying Ji struggled with his almost exhausted body, turned around, and looked at the Primogenitor Palace again.
"Ancestor."
"Ji 'er, we have to go."
" Thank you, Old Ancestor, for your favor in the past, allowing Ying Ji to inherit the throne of Great Qin. Thank you, Old Ancestor, for your guidance in the past, allowing Ying Ji to have the foundation to become a king. In the past fifty-six years, for Great Qin, for our Great Qin's Ying family to unify the world, Ying Ji has done his best.”
"Although Ying Ji has been in power for many years and has never been able to destroy a country, the strength of the Great Qin Empire has been increased tenfold under his hands.”
"Ying Ji, I didn't let you down. I didn't let the old Qin people down.”
Ying Ji stared at the Primogenitor Palace and murmured.
He paused.
The voice stopped abruptly.
Ying Ji, who was walking slowly, suddenly stopped.
"Great-grandfather."
Ying Zheng walked over slowly and called out softly.
There was no response.
He looked again.
Ying Ji's eyes were already tightly shut, and he had lost all signs of life.
"Great-grandfather."
"He passed away."
Ying Zheng shouted with a bitter look on his face.
"Father."
"Great King…"
All of Great Qin's civil and military officials started to cry.
There was sincerity and hypocrisy, but no one knew about it.
The King of Qin, Ying Ji, who had reigned for fifty-six years, had died today. But even if he died, he would die standing up, not humiliating the dignity of the King of Qin.
In the Primogenitor Palace.
"Sigh."
Even though he hadn't left the palace, he had been watching everything outside.
Watching Ying Ji die, Ying Tian could not help but recall the scene where he taught Ying Ji in the Primogenitor Palace decades ago.
At that time.
Ying Ji was only a few years older than the current Ying Zheng. He was young and full of vigor, with the ambition to unify the world for the Great Qin Empire.
Everything in the past was like clouds in the sky.
In this cultivation world, even if one's cultivation reached the Great Grandmaster level, their lifespan would only be a hundred years. Only when one reached the Half-step Shattering Void Tier and reached the peak of the world could their lifespan be increased to five hundred years.
Breaking through to the Great Grandmaster realm was extremely difficult, even with endless resources, let alone the lofty Half-step Shattering Void Tier.
To this kind of death, to watch one's descendants die.
Ying Tian had seen this many times.
But every time, his heart would surge with waves. After all, they were all his bloodline.
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