The Eastern Emperor Taiyi was the legendary supreme god of Chu, the symbol of the sun.
It was said that when Ying Ziheng was born, there was a natural phenomenon, two suns in the same sky.
If Ying Ziheng was really the reincarnation of Donghuang, then everything would make sense.
When Ying Ziheng was born, there were many strange phenomena. At first, there was endless mist and purple qi.
After that, there were two suns in the same sky. When they were completely born, the golden crow in the two suns seemed to have turned into two illusory suns and fell into Xianyang Palace!
Thinking about the rumors about Ying Ziheng, the ink qilin was extremely shocked, and even found it hard to believe.
The reincarnation of East Emperor Taiyi, the third son of Great Qin, Ying Ziheng.
According to the latest rumor, Ying Ziheng had killed Jing Ke and saved Ying Zheng's life.
From the looks of it, the rumors were most likely true, if Ying Ziheng was really the reincarnation of East Emperor Taiyi.
To be able to kill Jing Ke, who was a sword arts grandmaster, before he was even twenty years old.
Other than the reincarnation of East Emperor Taiyi, Ying Ziheng could not think of any other reason for his talent.
Great Qin's soldiers also felt the warm sunlight, as if they were bathing in a spring breeze.
It blew away the cold wind that was originally fierce in the desert at night. Only warmth could be felt.
As well as the terrifying might emitted from the huge light wheel that was like the sun.
All the soldiers were shocked speechless, including Wang Ben and Wang Li.
What kind of scene was this? A light wheel as huge as the sun hung high in the sky.
The mighty power of the gods shone on it, illuminating the heavens. The scorching divine fire burned the bats in the sky to ashes.
"Is this really our young master's strength?”
Wang Li asked Wang Ben in disbelief.
Wang Ben remained silent as he stared at the light wheel that was hovering in the sky.
The shock in his heart could not be any greater, and he could not help but ask in his heart.
Perhaps even the land immortals could not do this, right?
This was definitely a power comparable to that of a god.
The moment the radiant sun appeared, the ink qilin and the invisible bat had no room to resist.
They allowed Great Qin's soldiers to capture them. They knew that in front of such power, everything they did would be futile.
Any conspiracy would pale in comparison to absolute power.
"Reporting to Third Young Master, the assassins, Ink Qilin and Stealth Bat, have been captured!”
The guard beside Ying Ziheng cupped his hands and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers brought the Ink Qilin and the Hidden Bat to Ying Ziheng.
At this time, the hidden bat was already on the verge of death from the fire of the sun. The soldiers tied him up with a rope and used a hook to pierce through the lute bone to abolish his martial arts. Then, they brought him to Ying Ziheng.
At this moment, the body of the hidden bat was already charred black. Other than its ugly facial features, the rest of its flesh was already a mess.
Although the aura of life had not been cut off, it was not far from it.
Even an ordinary person would be able to kill a hidden bat here.
Ying Ziheng casually glanced at the badly mutilated hidden bat, his pitch-black eyes filled with coldness.
He did not give the order to kill him, nor did he have any intention of saving him.
Ying Ziheng turned his head to look at the ink qilin. The ink qilin felt Ying Ziheng's gaze and quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to look into Ying Ziheng's eyes.
How could mortals look directly at the gods and the sun?
The ink qilin's heart was filled with fear. He had thought that this would be an extremely easy assassination mission, but he had never expected Ying Ziheng to have such power.
And he actually had the courage to try and assassinate Ying Ziheng. The ink qilin now somewhat admired his own courage back then.
Seeing the ink qilin like this, Ying Ziheng only lowered his head and smiled. He was a little interested in this mysterious female character in the original novel.
Thousand Transformations was a black jade qilin. No one knew the true gender and identity of the black qilin.
However, the ink qilin's disguise was useless in front of Ying Ziheng.
The legendary Lady of Concealment from the Spring and Autumn Era!
"Do you know what a shadow is?”
Ying Ziheng looked at the ink qilin kneeling on the ground and asked softly.
The huge light wheel hanging high in the sky like the sun stretched their shadows until they reached the end of the sand dune.
The ink qilin was startled by Ying Ziheng's question. What was a shadow?
The ink qilin looked at his kneeling shadow on the ground, which was pulled very long by the sun.
Ying Ziheng's shadow was receiving the worship of his own shadow. Although his facial features could not be seen, the majestic aura of an emperor was still displayed.
The ink qilin was no stranger to this problem. A shadow was a shadow, a product of darkness.
As long as there was light, there would be shadows.
"Shadows are the product of darkness!"
The ink qilin hesitated for a moment before slowly replying.
Shadow was the power of darkness, and the path of shadow was the path of an assassin.
Hiding in the darkness, looking for a chance to kill in one strike.
This was the shadow, the product of darkness.
Ying Ziheng slowly shook his head when he heard the ink qilin's reply. He said,
"No, the shadow is attached to the sun.
Not a product of darkness."
"Light and shadow follow each other. Without shadow, there is naturally no light!”
Although the ink qilin was amazed by Ying Ziheng's strength, he still had to argue with Ying Ziheng on the path of the assassin that he was most familiar with.
Because what Ying Ziheng said was too much of a betrayal, and shadows were the product of darkness.
This was a truth that every assassin who walked the path of darkness knew.
Without light, where would there be darkness? Without darkness, where would there be light?
"Just like a king, he has kindness but no dignity. How can he subdue the people?
The shadow was the subject of the sun. If there was no sun, how could there be a shadow?
But do you think there will be a shadow above the sun?”
Ying Ziheng raised his head to look at the huge light wheel and said slowly.
The ink qilin's pupils contracted to the extreme as he looked at the light wheel that was as huge as the sun hanging high in the sky.
That's right, how could there be a shadow above the sun?
All along, they had been speculating about the mighty power of the gods with the thoughts of mortals. They were wrong, they were gravely mistaken.
There was no shadow above the sun.
The shadow was a product of the sun and attached to the sun.
For a moment, the ink qilin suddenly understood. Just kindness without dignity was not enough to be a qualified ruler.
The sun was the sun, and the man in front of him was a natural king.
"Follow me, and I will show you the path above mortals.”
This ability to transform all things had the potential to become an ascendant!
Ying Ziheng intended to nurture the ink qilin into a member of his own army of ascenders. The art of transformation was also a great path.
"Why?"
The ink qilin asked Ying Ziheng in disbelief.
She couldn't figure it out. She only knew the art of transformation.
Why was he chosen by Ying Ziheng?
Moreover, there were probably not many people who had succeeded in the Land Immortal Realm since ancient times.
Why was Ying Ziheng able to guarantee that he would be able to break through like a mortal?
Ying Ziheng didn't make any guarantees regarding the ink qilin's question. He only said one sentence indifferently.
It was a sentence that was engraved in her heart and branded in the depths of her soul.
"The world is a desert.
And I am the oasis!"
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