West Capital!
Southern Zheng!
This was a giant city located northwest of Xianyang!
It was located in the Ba and Shu region, near the Sichuan Basin.
It was an outstanding land with rich resources. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was located at the source of the Han River (Yangtze River)!
It was the second largest city in the Qin country, second only to Xianyang!
This place was especially rich in spiritual energy. It was a rare treasure land for cultivators.
Originally, there were countless Qi Refinement Warriors and great demons residing here to cultivate. However, with the fall of the Golden Roll of the Six Nations, this place had long been empty, leaving only ordinary people.
However, if they retreated here, they might be able to get some breathing space!
The momentum of the Six Nations was simply too ferocious!
Seeing that Ying Zheng did not respond, Li Chungang continued to persuade him, his expression extremely serious!
"Your Majesty, the current situation of the Six Nations is too bad.”
"Ever since the Golden Roll fell, countless Qi Refinement Warriors of the Great Qin Empire have fled overnight.”
"This lowly subject has inquired before. This time, the six countries 'Qi Refinement Warriors and great demons have joined forces, and there are extremely many of them!”
"If they really attack us all at once, we three thousand sword cultivators might really be no match for them."
"Although the coronation ceremony is important, in my humble opinion, we should focus on the battle situation. After all, no one knows when the cultivation world of the six countries will make a move."
A storm was coming.
It was raining heavily.
Under the flickering candlelight, an old man in a sheepskin fur coat was trying his best to persuade Ying Zheng.
That once high-spirited face was now filled with vicissitudes and helplessness!
In fact, persuading Ying Zheng to give up the throne and retreat to the Western Capital, Nanzheng, was something Li Chungang had no choice but to do!
Naturally, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that something would happen to Ying Zheng!
The pressure from the six dynasties was simply too great!
Not to mention anything else, just the Golden List of the Six Nations alone made him feel like he couldn't breathe!
This wasn't because they were afraid before the battle, but because the pressure from the six dynasties was unimaginably great!
The six countries had joined forces to invite Qi Refinement Warriors and great demons to come out of the mountains and suppress the cultivation world of a country!
This was unprecedented!
He knew that they would not be able to come over in a short period of time. After all, it was not that simple to gather the great demons and Qi Refinement Warriors of the cultivation world of the six countries to attack together.
However, if he were to make a move, it would be a disaster that would destroy the world!
If they retreated to the vicinity of the West Capital, South Zheng, they might be able to resist a little with the help of the terrain and many advantages!
If Ying Zheng had been in Xianyang City, without any cultivation base, he would have been turned into ashes by the slightest aftershock from a Qi Refinement Warrior or a great demon!
The emperors of the human world were ultimately mortals with mortal bodies!
Faced with countless Qi Refinement Warriors, Li Chungang was not confident enough to protect Ying Zheng!
In the ancient palace, Li Chungang tried his best to persuade him.
After an unknown period of time, Ying Zheng slowly raised his head.
"Indeed, the current situation is not optimistic. Retreating to Southern Zheng is indeed the best policy.”
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
Li Chungang raised his head immediately after hearing those words. He was overjoyed, but before he could finish his happiness, Ying Zheng's next words made his face change.
"But sometimes, the best plan is not the best.”
"The coronation must be held."
Ying Zheng slowly opened his mouth and put down the book in his hand. He tapped the table lightly with one finger.
"For example, this time, Ruo Gu retreated to Southern Zheng.”
"What should we do with the people of Xianyang?”
"This…" Li Chungang was stunned.
"They once cheered for my great victory and celebrated for three days and three nights, raising wine to toast the bright moon.”
"They once cheered for your return. Swordsmen soared into the sky, and miracles descended.”
"Their children are fighting for Great Qin. They once went to the Qilian Mountains and faced an enemy that was many times stronger than them without retreating.”
"They celebrated in the heavy rain and built for me to ascend the throne without a single complaint. They once saw three thousand meteors streaking across the sky and knelt down to pray for me!”
"They have sacrificed everything for Great Qin!”
"They are the citizens of Great Qin!"
" They are my people!!"
Boom!
Thunder surged!
The storm blew open the windows and the storm swept over everything on the table.
Under the heavy rain, Ying Zheng slowly raised his head and looked at Li Chungang. His eyes were as dark as obsidian, and as deep as a black pond!
"The Qi Refinement Warriors of the six states are indeed powerful, but they are illusory and beyond the mortal world. No one knows what their cultivation is.”
"Many great demons are extraordinary, and there are countless legends among the people.”
"But is this a reason to retreat?"
"If I leave and don't even want the capital, then how can we win this battle?”
"I am a big Qin country, how can I retreat because of a little threat!”
"The coronation ceremony must be held!"
"And it has to be in Xianyang!"
Tapping lightly on the table, Ying Zheng said in a deep voice!
In fact, holding the coronation ceremony was not only to raise morale, but also to enhance Ying Zheng's strength!
Only by holding the coronation ceremony could the altar be built perfectly, leaving behind myths and legends for future generations to believe, obtain many points, and condense a magic treasure that reflected their own!
Moreover, it was not easy for the cultivators of the six states to come here!
Cultivators sought immortality and freedom.
The people from the six dynasties had promised to pay a large sum of money to invite them out of the mountains. Although they had agreed, it was still extremely difficult for them to gather together and attack in a short period of time!
However, they would definitely come. The Golden Roll of the Six Nations was the clearest proof.
Therefore, during this period, he had to find various ways to increase his strength!
By increasing Great Qin's strength and national fate, he would be able to find the true method!
Standing up slowly, Ying Zheng did not blame Li Chungang too much. Looking at the heavy rain outside the door, he spoke slowly,"
"This Great Qin is my Great Qin!"
"Xianyang is my Xianyang!"
"My people are here, my foundation is here!”
"I am here, Xianyang is here!"
"Xianyang is dead!"
A strong wind blew!
In the rainy night, the rain was pouring heavily, wetting a corner of the black-gold dragon robe. Ying Zheng slowly turned his head around.
"Don't they want my head?”
"Here's a good head."
"You can take it!"
"The Son of Heaven guards the gates of the country, and the king dies for the country.”
"That's all."
Crack!
Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, neither was it loud, nor was it deafening, nor was it a hoarse roar.
However, these few short sentences were like a thunderbolt that made Li Chungang tremble all over!
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