The Nine Regions was vast and boundless.
The Central Plains was the center of the Nine States. There were the Great Qin, Great Sui, Great Tang, Great Song, Great Ming, and other empires, each occupying a state.
Surrounding them were Da Yuan, Da Liao, Da Jin, Tu Jue, Gaoli, Xiongnu, and other foreign races that were eyeing the Central Plains.
In the martial world.
Martial arts flourished, and a hundred schools of thought contended.
Four alliances and eight desolates, heroes rose together.
At a young age, Wu Ming's Sword Dao had reached the Heavenly Sword Realm. He had defeated Sword Saint Dugu and was known as a martial arts legend.
Yin Zhong, the second manor lord of the Imperial Sword Manor, had an immortal body and wanted to become a god.
Murong Hua, a descendant of the Demonic Sword, had an alias of Guan Yutian. He was ambitious and established the Supreme Alliance.
The sect master of Heaven's Gate, Sakra, was immortal and called himself a god. He used all kinds of methods to stir up disputes in the martial world and play with all living beings.
……
On this day.
At noon.
At the foot of Wudang Mountain.
A Daoist was pacing back and forth on the spot, occasionally looking into the distance, his eyes filled with worry.
"It has been ten years since Changsheng left the mountain.”
"In the past ten years, he hasn't sent back a single letter, and there's no news of him in Jianghu. Did you find any treasures that could change tendons and cleanse the marrow?”
"He sent a letter back yesterday, saying that he would return today.”
"Where is he?"
"Do you think he encountered any danger on the way?”
The white-haired Daoist was Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect.
The person who spoke was his last disciple, Zhao Changsheng.
Zhao Changsheng had been weak and sickly since he was a child. After he broke through to the Connate Realm, he left the mountain to train, saying that he was going to find a treasure that could change tendons and cleanse marrow.
Unexpectedly.
He had been gone for ten years.
Behind them were Zhang Sanfeng's six disciples.
Song Yuanqiao's temples were graying as he comforted,"
"Master, don't worry."
"Little Junior Brother is lazy and likes to hide in the back mountain. He listens to the wind at night and listens to the rain during the day. Perhaps he encountered something interesting on the way back and missed the time.”
Song Yuanqiao was also worried about Zhao Changsheng, but he was calm and did not show it.
Yu Daiyan lay on the stretcher and said,
"13 years ago, Fifth Brother died and Wuji was struck by the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm.”
"Master brought Wuji down the mountain to seek medical treatment and then brought little junior brother back.”
"Little Junior Brother broke through to the Innate Realm at the age of twelve. Ten years have passed, I wonder what realm his cultivation has reached?”
"He has always been the one who bullies others. How can he allow others to bully him?”
Zhao Changsheng went up the mountain.
Since he was paralyzed and had nothing to do, he taught Zhao Changsheng martial arts and was well aware of Zhao Changsheng's talent.
Mo Shenggu said lightly,"
"I think Master reaped what he sowed.”
"At that time, little junior brother was only twelve years old. We all didn't agree to let little junior brother go down the mountain.”
"If Master hadn't relented, how could Junior Brother have left?”
He teased Zhang Sanfeng to ease the atmosphere.
Yu Lianzhou saw through Mo Shenggu's intentions and deliberately scolded,"
"Nonsense!"
"Seventh Junior Brother, are you blaming Master?”
As soon as he said that.
Everyone laughed.
The atmosphere was lively.
"How could Master have thought that Changsheng had not returned for ten years?”
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and chuckled, disapproving of Mo Shenggu's teasing.
Just as everyone was talking.
"Rumble!"
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder.
A bolt of purple lightning illuminated billions of miles, dyeing the sky a purple ocean.
The sky darkened as if the end of the world had arrived.
A moment later.
A crack appeared in the sky, and a huge scroll appeared.
The scroll hung high in the sky, emitting seven-colored light that illuminated every corner of the Nine Provinces.
No matter where he was.
As long as he raised his head, he would be able to see the seven-colored scroll.
Such a phenomenon made everyone in the Nine Provinces look sideways.
……
Qin Country.
In the Imperial Palace.
The King of Qin, Ying Zheng, was wearing a black robe, and his face was stern. He was sitting in a cold and solemn black palace.
While reading the memorial, he said firmly,
" Peasants, Daoists, Confucians, Mohists…"
Below.
Li Si, the chief justice of the Supreme Court, lowered his eyes and noted down all the names of His Majesty.
He knew.
Every name represented a bloody storm.
Either he defected to Qin.
Or be destroyed.
There was no other choice.
A moment later.
Silence returned to the palace.
Li Si remained in a bowed position and did not make a sound.
An unknown amount of time had passed.
After dealing with the memorials, Ying Zheng continued,"
"I will use ten years to pacify the six states."
" The Six Nations have been destroyed, but the rebels are still alive."
"If they can be used by me, the great cause of unifying the Nine Provinces will be twice the result with half the effort.”
"Otherwise, they will be an obstacle on the road.”
"If you want to have an unobstructed path, you have to eliminate all of them.”
"Do you know what to do, dear minister?"
Ying Zheng slowly raised his head, his gaze as sharp as a sword falling upon Li Si.
His gentle tone sounded like he was asking, but his sharp eyes seemed to be giving an order.
"I understand."
Li Si's heart skipped a beat as he bowed.
Any faction or person who chose to stand on a different side from Great Qin and walk in the opposite direction.
The only meaning they represented was the dead.
When the Great Qin Empire attacked the Six Nations.
He sent out countless capable people and used priceless treasures to shake, corrupt, win over, and buy the hearts of the officials of the six states.
Those who refused had already become corpses.
Now.
He had to think of a way to deal with the remnants of the Six Nations and the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.
At this moment.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the clear sky.
Everyone arrived outside the hall and looked up at the phenomenon in the sky.
Zhao Gaofu, the commander of Zhongche Manor, knelt on the ground and said excitedly,
"The seven-colored scroll represents auspicious signs."
"Your Majesty has unified the six countries, and you are the three emperors. Your achievements are greater than the five emperors.”
"God bless Great Qin!"
"Ten thousand years of Great Qin! Your Majesty, ten thousand years!"
Flattery would not wear down.
He was able to rise to the top and become the commander of the Zhongche Prefecture, managing the net, because he was in the Emperor's heart.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng's tightly knitted brows relaxed, and he said with a smile,"
"That's right."
He raised his head and looked at the seven-colored scroll with a deep gaze. He said indifferently,
"What are the Six Nations?"
"I want to lead the cavalry of the six countries to conquer a large territory and end the chaos that has been going on in the Nine Provinces for thousands of years!”
These words were sonorous and forceful.
The black figure seemed to grow taller and taller, covering half of the sky.
……
Heavenly Gate.
The top ice mountain was called the Void Heaven Realm.
There was only one person here.
Lightning roared.
Sakra woke up from his deep sleep.
In the past.
He had obtained the phoenix blood and mixed it with various precious medicinal herbs to refine the elixir of immortality.
It was a pity.
Phoenix blood could only grant immortality, not immortality.
Moreover, injuries would accelerate aging.
He had to use the Ten Thousand Year Black Ice and the Saint Heart Technique to enter a state of hibernation to prevent his body from aging.
" A phenomenon from the heavens?!"
" A rainbow scroll?!"
Sakra lay in the ice coffin, his gaze piercing through the layers of space and seeing the strange phenomenon outside.
A few breaths later.
He came to the outside world and observed the seven-colored scroll up close.
"Playing tricks!"
A cold light flashed in Sakra's eyes as he raised his right hand slightly.
He did not allow anyone or anything in the world beyond his control.
Lightning suddenly flashed in the sky, covering the sky and the sun as it struck the seven-colored scroll.
It was his ultimate technique, the Emperor Sky Violent Thunder.
The seven-colored scroll was engulfed by lightning.
A moment later.
The lightning dissipated.
The seven-colored scroll was still hanging high in the sky. The location where it was attacked by the lightning did not change at all.
"What treasure is this?"
Sakra was bewildered, his eyes revealing a pondering expression.
Suddenly.
A bolt of lightning appeared on the seven-colored scroll, locking onto Sakra's aura.
The lightning fell rapidly.
Sakra quickly set up layers of defense around his body.
The two came into contact.
All kinds of defenses were instantly shattered like paper.
The lightning struck Sakra's body.
The huge force caused Sakra to fall from the sky, piercing through the ground and into the ground, heavily injured.
After a long time.
Sakra's hair was disheveled, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood as he crawled out from the ground.
He looked up.
Two lines of words appeared on the scroll:
Sakra attacked the seven-colored scroll and was punished with 200 years of cultivation!
If there was a next time, he would die!
The seven-colored light enveloped Sakra.
Sakra's pupils constricted and he realized that the power in his dantian had disappeared for 200 years.
"Puff!"
Sakra was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood and almost fainted.
So this was not a prank!
The seven-colored scroll definitely did not belong to the Nine Provinces!
Sakra regretted it.
……
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