"Seventy thousand turns!"
On the high platform, Qin Wudao ignored the slaughter outside, fixating on the destiny millstone, filled with tension.
This data has already surpassed the record set by the Human Emperor when he founded the Dynasty of Fate.
Looking across the Qin Dynasty's territory, both heaven and earth, the four seas and eight wildernesses, between cities and countryside, were all permeated with 'power of destiny', quietly enhancing the fate of the Qin people.
"Hmm?"
At the same time, a voice of surprise and doubt emerged from a treasure hall, towering within the inner world of Chaos.
The sound was not loud.
Yet it contained supreme power.
In the hall, the void expanded infinitely, comparable to a small thousand-world just by area, the Chaos Qi floated, independent of myriad realms.
In the great hall, a supreme figure dressed in a purple robe, with a blurred face, illuminating with Dao light, sat suspended in the air.
