"Interesting, truly interesting. As expected, I didn't misjudge Ying Zheng. He would never be content to remain behind others. In secret, he had long since prepared a source vein. That vein likely did not originate from this epoch but was an inheritance obtained from the previous one. Indeed, these ancient nations that have endured since the last epoch all carry shocking legacies." Yi Tianxing's gaze was deep and penetrating.
He had already guessed where Qin's ancestral vein had come from.
Without surprise, it should be the foundation Qin inherited during the fusion of the Myriad Worlds — a heritage that had always been hidden, kept well concealed by Ying Zheng. He had lain dormant, waiting precisely for this day. And surely, this was not Qin's only hidden card. There must be more.
Ying Zheng bore the title of First Emperor, of Ancestral Dragon. During the Myriad Worlds fusion, the fantasies and beliefs of countless beings became reality without reason. If the multitudes believed you possessed something, then you did. If they believed you were something, then you were. Such was the terrifying weight of collective belief.
What had previously shown itself was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Now, Qin revealed its true edge. And it was evident that Ying Zheng had calculated this moment well: when the Heavenly Daos of Eternal and Eternal Night were locked together, their laws thrown into chaos. During this, the process of ascension to an Immortal Court would not be suppressed by Eternal Heaven's Dao — on the contrary, it would be given every possible convenience. The speed at which Qin's fortune dragon had locked onto the Immortal Gate, for instance, was proof. This was no less than Heaven opening a cheat for Qin, directly guiding them to the Immortal Gate, ensuring their path to becoming an Immortal Court.
The purpose was clear: to strengthen Eternal's side.
Even if rules were loosened somewhat, it mattered little now.
For Eternal to grow stronger meant Eternal Night would be weakened.
And besides, this was not truly a violation of principle. Without an ancestral vein, no matter what conveniences Heaven offered, success would still be nearly impossible. Without that foundation, one could never lock onto the Immortal Gate, and the inevitable result would be becoming lost in the Sea of Bitterness.
But speculation was pointless now.
The eight-clawed purple dragon had already surged out from the Immortal Gate and hovered above Qin once more.
"The Immortal Court of Great Qin is established!!"
Ying Zheng stood atop the Heavenly Altar, his declaration echoing through heaven and earth.
"Immortal Qin!!"
"Immortal Qin!!"
Countless Qin citizens raised their voices to the heavens, their shouts filled with unrestrained pride and joy. This was no false pretense but a cry from their very souls. An Immortal Court — in the whole Eternal World, there were but a few. Qin had become the third, and within this epoch, only the second.
Immortal Qin now had the right to announce itself to all realms.
At the very moment the Immortal Court was completed, a column of creation divine light pierced through heaven and earth, descending from the void. It enveloped the eight-clawed purple dragon and shrouded Xianyang City itself.
"This is Heaven's blessing, the Dao's grace, the bestowed creation of the world. This force of fortune is precisely the primal substance Xianyang needs to ascend — the Immortal Court's divine fortune."
Countless powerhouses watching were shaken, their hearts burning with envy.
With Qin's ascension, its strength would inevitably surge. Under the feedback of its fortune, Ying Zheng, as its ruler, would certainly break through to an unimaginable height. And Xianyang, under Heaven's creation, would surely evolve into an immortal-grade city.
The whole city began to shine with light.
Unlike other capitals, Xianyang had no city walls. The Qin needed none. If an enemy reached their capital, there was only death battle awaiting them. The people of Qin would never kneel to live — they would rather die standing, slain upon the battlefield.
But the transformation was not finished.
As the creation divine light poured down, another vast cyan radiance descended from the heavens, enveloping Xianyang once more. Within this azure light was the unmistakable aura of Eternal's divine essence.
It was the Eternal Divine Light, bestowed when Eternal Heaven Arks ascended through communion with the Eternal Azure Lotus.
"What is this? Why has Eternal Divine Light descended? Isn't Xianyang merely the capital of an Immortal Court? How could it have a connection to the Eternal Lotus? Wait… could it be…?"
"Look! It's the Epang Palace! The Epang Palace itself is an Eternal Heaven Ark!"
"A brilliant move by Ying Zheng — Epang Palace was a hidden Heaven Ark all along. No one ever suspected. Now, fusing an Immortal Court city with a Heaven Ark, he's allowing Xianyang to receive two streams of fortune. This is not mere immortal ascension — he aims to elevate it to the Ancient level itself!"
The revelation left countless experts stunned, their eyes flashing with disbelief.
And still, it was not over.
Xianyang suddenly rose into the sky, floating above Lishan before descending, fusing directly into the mountain itself. The divine lights enveloped both city and mountain alike. Before all eyes, Xianyang rapidly expanded, swelling to double its size in mere breaths. The transformations within were profound and boundless.
When the metamorphosis completed, Lishan itself seemed to support Xianyang from below, like a vast floating isle fused as one with the city.
The sight was utterly breathtaking.
"Where are the soldiers of Great Qin?"
At that moment, Ying Zheng drew the Tai'a Sword at his waist, pointing it toward the heavens.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ranks of armored Qin soldiers appeared in the void. Legion after legion assembled in perfect order, dense and countless, radiating an iron-blooded aura so fierce it seemed to crush the very air. One could easily imagine the mountains of corpses and seas of blood these warriors had endured to temper themselves into such an invincible force.
Each soldier carried the strength of no less than the fourth tier, and when assembled into their formations, their power skyrocketed to unthinkable heights.
A million.
Ten million.
A hundred million!
Billions of troops filled the sky, an overwhelming tide of war.
"Ten thousand years for Immortal Qin! Ten thousand years for His Majesty!!"
The countless legions roared in unison, shaking the heavens.
"Enter the Great Wall! Cleanse all Eternal Night fiends!!"
Ying Zheng's order was resolute.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
The war cry split the skies.
At once, the vast Great Wall of Qin rose from the borders, erupting with boundless divine radiance. Like a colossal dragon, it tore through space, descending before the legions. The soldiers surged onto the Wall.
"Wind! Wind! Wind!!"
"Though we have no robes, we shall share yours. The king raises the army — sharpen my spear and halberd, let us stand as one!!"
The ancient battle song rolled across the Qin army.
The soldiers of Qin were unmatched beneath the heavens.
When they marched, it was with the certainty of death.
The Great Wall bore the billion-strong army across realms. On its walls stood countless terrifying war machines, the finest of Mohist craft, transforming the Wall itself into the most fearsome of weapons.
Wherever it passed, demon soldiers of Eternal Night were slaughtered in droves. Arrows rained down in a storm, each volley erasing legions. Blood mist filled the skies as the Wall surged onward, like a war dragon roaming the heavens, purging the enemy.
Not long after, Shang proclaimed its ascension, breaking into Immortal Court rank.
Then Xia followed, likewise offering its ancestral vein and joining the ranks of Immortal Courts.
Their hidden foundations were revealed, their accumulated fortune and populace reaching the required threshold.
The changes left countless observers numb with shock.
"As expected, the emperors of the human race are the best at hiding their hands. Until the last moment, no one can fathom how many cards they truly hold."
The myriad races sighed in secret.
But though these human dynasties had ascended, there was no time left for them to develop or consolidate. Their new status simply raised their rank, elevating their Immortal Cities — but whether this could translate into battlefield might was another question.
Still, their armies moved without delay, launching ruthless campaigns into nearby realms, purging Eternal Night's demon soldiers wherever they were found.
The fires of war raged across countless realms.
Every moment, innumerable beings perished.
Battle, slaughter, death — all-encompassing.
And still, Great Yi made no move, continuing instead to take in the endless flood of refugees from the myriad races. Billions upon billions entered its borders daily. On the Star Net, messages flowed ceaselessly, voices of all races intermingling.
The Qi of calamity now shrouded all of heaven and earth.
In the void, the miasma of tribulation thickened. Even the wind carried the wails of uncountable souls.
Every day, lives were lost by the trillions.
The cycle of reincarnation had halted. The laws were broken beyond repair.
This was the cruelest of times.
The most tragic of epochs.
Endless beings perished under falling calamities.
"An epoch is itself a tribulation. This epoch is the end. But death… may not be the true conclusion."
Yi Tianxing gazed at the sky filled with calamity qi, sighing softly.
This war was too dreadful.
More terrifying than the so-called Infinite Tribulation.
In this epoch, ordinary beings had no chance to control their fate.
To live at all was beyond reach.