Chapter 406: Chapter 400: Preparing to Breakthrough_1
From sunrise to sunset, a day went by.
Qin Wudao, after handling his state memorials, utilized his Fortune to create a clone and headed towards the Immortal Realm shard, preparing for a breakthrough into the Quasi-Emperor Realm. With the governance of the Qin Dynasty in the hands of Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, and Guo Jia, he was quite at ease.
The only thing he worried about was the war involving the three major forces and the Kylin Saint’s Court. If the Kylin Saint’s Court were to be defeated, the Saint’s Court of the Qin Dynasty would be forced onto the defensive.
I hope I can break through quickly, Qin Wudao muttered to himself, then cleared his mind. The Law of the Emperor’s Path coalesced, revealing an overwhelming pressure.
System, extract the Origin Law of the Emperor’s Path! Qin Wudao thought, closing his eyes.
To break through into the Quasi-Emperor Realm, the most important step is to transform Saint-level Power of Laws into Emperor-level Power of Laws. As long as he could accomplish this, the breakthrough would be smooth.
He was on the verge of comprehending the Emperor-level Law. Under normal circumstances, it would take him several years to break through. But now, time was pressing, and he had to speed up!
OM!
The Void in front of him suddenly split open, revealing an ultimate Emperor’s Might that made spacetime tremble, causality retreat, Reincarnation shatter, and the Five Elements dissipate.
ROAR!
A five-clawed golden dragon flew out from the Void, roaring towards the sky, stirring up massive waves in the shards of the Immortal Realm.
All the spirit beasts knelt and bowed.
The spirit trees and spirit peach trees covering the mountains and fields swayed, bending their sturdy trunks.
The resilient grass bent against the rushing wind, leaning towards the secret chamber where Qin Wudao was located, as if paying homage.
"Such potent Emperor’s Might!"
"The Emperor’s Might is like a prison! Could it be His Majesty cultivating?"
The Martial Artists cultivating in the Immortal Realm fragments walked out of their private chambers, bending beneath the Emperor’s Might permeating the Void. Even Martial Artists at the Quasi-Emperor Realm could not stand straight. They stared at the central secret chamber in awe.
"The Emperor’s Might is emanating from His Majesty’s chamber. It seems His Majesty is about to break through, but this majestic presence is terrifying!"
"Wasn’t His Majesty at the six-turn Saint King Realm? Why is the Emperor’s Might he releases so potent?"
"We’d better leave and not disturb His Majesty’s cultivation. Besides, the environment here is no longer suitable for us."
The multitude of Martial Artists discussed among themselves. After saluting towards the private chamber, they left the Immortal Realm, still bent over.
Once the Martial Artists departed, Heaven and Earth fell silent!
A single strand of the Origin Law of the Emperor’s Path suppressed an entire world!
Time to begin cultivation!
Qin Wudao opened his mouth and swallowed the Origin Law of the Emperor’s Path. Countless golden lights shot out from his every pore, as if innumerable dragon phantoms were weaving through them.
In an instant, the Might of the Emperor’s Path radiating from Qin Wudao intensified countless times over, rivaling the might of Heaven and Earth.
「During Qin Wudao’s seclusion, the Saint’s Court of the Qin Dynasty quietly underwent a transformation.」
First, the Qin Dynasty exposed the crimes of the Qian Yao Saint’s Court, Qionghua Saint’s Court, and Zixiao Saint’s Court for using human commoners as bait, harshly denouncing the inhumane practices of the Qionghua Saint’s Court and Zixiao Saint’s Court.
Secondly, Zhuge Liang issued a decree to hold the imperial examinations, and countless diligently studying scholars eagerly prepared, hoping to achieve success.
Lastly, Xiao He oversaw the expansion of the academies. He approved their construction in 30,000 cities, stipulating that each academy would accommodate 100,000 students. This initiative projected an enrollment of three billion students the following year, ensuring that within the next decade, all citizens of the Qin Dynasty would have the opportunity to attend school.
Of these three major events, the first had little to do with the common people, and the second only concerned the scholars participating in the imperial examinations. However, the third event impacted countless citizens of the Qin Dynasty.
It is the wish of all parents for their sons to become dragons and their daughters to become phoenixes.
In the past, cultivation techniques and secret manuals were monopolized by the clans. Ordinary people wishing to cultivate had to join a clan or sect, often at a considerable cost.
Now, the imperial court was promoting the construction of academies, enrolling students based on merit rather than background. For the common people of the realm, this was undoubtedly a great favor.
For a time, the people sang praises of the Qin Dynasty, and their sense of belonging greatly increased.
「Jian Ge Pass!」
In the towering mountains and lofty peaks, a river dyed red with blood flowed ferociously, crimson droplets slapping against its banks, emitting dull sounds like the cries of wronged souls.
Dark clouds gathered, and a rain of blood poured down, staining the land for thousands of miles, as if Heaven and Earth themselves were weeping.
"Quick, move faster!"
On the path leading to Jian Ge Pass, a group of ragged, unarmed commoners was being driven by armored soldiers wielding sharp weapons. Anyone who lagged behind was met with ruthless beatings.
"You beasts! I curse you to die a horrible death!" a white-haired elderly man with a limp right leg cried out, his hoarse voice, though frail, laced with blood-soaked words that spoke of endless despair.
His words, however, struck terror into the hearts of the nearby commoners and infuriated the clansmen supervising the escort.
"You old fool, die!" A soldier, his eyes bloodshot and a hint of madness in them, strode forward, grabbed the old man’s clothes, and tossed him into the nearby forest.
In the dense forest, packs of wolves and tigers, grinding their teeth and thirsting for blood, swarmed the fallen elderly man. Blood splattered, and the sound of bones being crunched echoed through the woods.
AAAH!
The man’s blood-curdling screams, which had filled the forest, quickly faded.
"Throw them all in!" the enraged soldier bellowed.
What kind of eyes were those? His pupils were red, devoid of emotion, numbly revealing killing intent, frenzy, ferocity, and ruthlessness...
The remaining soldiers emotionlessly approached the commoners, forcefully throwing them into the jungle. Hearing the chewing sounds of jackals and wolves tearing at flesh made them even more bloodthirsty.
There were far too many tigers and wolves in the forest. The commoners thrown in were not even a mouthful for them and were devoured in an instant.
The still-hungry beasts, their green eyes gleaming, turned their attention to the soldiers on the stone path. After a moment of hesitation, they all charged forward, their maws agape, revealing blood-stained fangs.
Nurtured by the Kylin Sacred Ground, these beasts were formidable. Most were above the Fasang Realm, and the strongest had reached the Saint King Realm, true kings of beasts.
"Brothers, kill!"
On both sides of the stone path, starving beasts broke through the Formation, pouncing on soldier after soldier.
The leading General roared, cleaving an approaching giant lion in two. He then organized his soldiers into a Formation and began to hunt the beasts.
Fierce fighting erupted and continued for over four hours.
By the time the battle ended, of the initial ten thousand soldiers, only a little over six thousand remained. All were injured, and some soldiers had their arms or legs savagely torn off by the beasts.
The ground was littered with corpses, both of beasts and human soldiers.
Without exception, their deaths were grotesque. Most were disemboweled, their organs strewn everywhere.
ROAR!
HOWL!
From the depths of the jungle, the howls of beasts echoed, growing ever closer.
The beasts’ keen sense of smell drew countless more packs, attracted by the scent of fresh blood.
"Retreat!" the General shouted, hastily turning to leave.
A few lightly injured soldiers could barely keep up, while those who were heavily wounded all met their end in the maws of the beasts.
However, in the moments before their deaths, they revealed smiles of relief, and their apathetic eyes shed tears of regret.