From the moment the word "可" was passed down, the Qin State was already in an uproar.

To establish a father by using a son is unprecedented.

Not to mention that Ying Zichu had already become the Emperor of Heaven, even if he had turned into a handful of earth, it would be impossible for a son to succeed his father.

Even though this is an era of the collapse of rituals and music, the most basic etiquette and moral principles still need to be observed.

After all, this is the foundation of the countries and an excuse for the nobles of the countries to control their interests.

There was no rain or thunder in the sky, and the sun was still shining in the sky.

The wind in front of Ying Zheng grew stronger, and pieces of bronze were blown into the sky, circling there and sparkling in the sunlight.

At this moment, Wu Tianwei was far more oppressive than when Chen Xuan just stuck his head out.

Everyone knows one thing, that is, in the Qin State, royal power is above everything else.

This was established by Ying Zichu, or Chen Xuan, using Ying Zichu's name and face to establish it for Ying Zheng.

Just this one move raised Ying Zheng's power to the highest level.

After this incident, Ying Zheng was truly invincible in the world. No one could use the world's ethical principles to restrain or limit Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng is everything, everything to the Qin State.

At this moment, Ying Zheng truly spoke the law, and every word he uttered was the law.

It was a tradition in ancient countries to establish the position of immortal with a mortal body. It was said to be for worship, but in fact it was to show that the royal power was higher than the divine power.

But that was when the immortals no longer existed, when they knew that those people were dead and had turned into a handful of yellow earth, blown away by the wind and buried by the soil.

Now that Ying Zichu is the Emperor of Heaven, he still bows to Ying Zheng, the Son of Heaven and the King of Qin. This is truly placing divine power under royal power.

No one can use the clan system to suppress or restrict Ying Zheng, nor can anyone use gods or ghosts to command Ying Zheng.

In the Qin State, he was the only true God, the only emperor, and the Son of Heaven.

Apart from his command, all else is nonsense.

"I am the Emperor of the Great Qin. Today, in Yongcheng, I have established the Yongcheng Shangzu Temple and specially appointed Ying Zichu as the Black Emperor to preserve the virtues of the Five Emperors."

Ying Zheng drew out Tai'a from his hand, and the jade seal appeared beside him. Large golden characters rose up in the wind and hung in the sky, right next to Ying Zichu's oral order.

"I now command Heaven and Earth to use the bronze vessel before me to irrigate the statue of the Black Emperor. The king's order has been issued, yet Heaven and Earth refuse to obey?!"

As if in response to Ying Zheng, in response to Ying Zheng's order, the sky, which was originally just windy, suddenly had a cloud, a dark cloud flashing with thunder.

The bronze in the wind seemed to have found an outlet, flying into the thunder and into the dark clouds in circles.

There was a loud thunderclap, and the bronze seemed to be burned by a raging fire, turning into pools of molten copper that slid down into the sky.

The molten copper did not slide down directly. Instead, it was held in the air by the wind and slowly flowed into another white cloud along another trajectory.

The white cloud was like a person, standing in the air.

Although his facial features could not be seen clearly, everyone had a feeling that this was Ying Zichu.

There were constant thunderclaps in the sky, and the amount of bronze kept decreasing, turning into streaks of molten copper that flowed into a container made of clouds nearby.

Everyone looked at the scene in the sky and truly felt the power of Ying Zheng and the terror of the royal power.

From now on, no one without the power and authority of Ying Zheng would dare to call himself the Son of Heaven.

The heaven and earth are the furnace, thunder is the forging hammer, and clouds are the mold. Even Gan Jiang and Ou Zhizi do not have such a grand arrangement.

Perhaps only, and only Ying Zheng, could have such a grand display, a display that only belongs to the emperor.

The work in the sky did not stop because of the amazement of the people below, but instead quickened its pace a little.

When the last drop of molten copper flowed into the mold, the dark clouds and thunder disappeared, leaving only the white mold.

"laugh--"

A sound like red-hot iron entering water was heard, accompanied by white water vapor.

You can't see the water, but it cools the molten copper out of thin air, and you can only see the water vapor slowly rising.

The mold became smaller and smaller, and the white clouds gradually revealed a golden color.

That is the original color of bronze, so eye-catching and so bright.

Everyone in Yongcheng, or rather everyone in the Great Qin, unconsciously looked towards the statue and towards the sky.

Everyone felt a sense of awe in their hearts, awe that came from their hearts, or perhaps it was awe that came from their blood.

Ying Zheng looked at the sculpture in the sky and saw Ying Zichu's face which he had not seen for a long time. Although it was full of majesty, it also made him feel a little bit of kindness.

"I respectfully welcome the Black Emperor into Yongcheng."

Ying Zheng just nodded slightly and bowed to show respect, but no one else could do so.

Whether they were armored or not, whether they were nobles or slaves, they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply, and praised in unison:

"Welcome the Black Emperor to Yongcheng!

Welcome the Black Emperor to Yongcheng!

Welcome the Black Emperor to Yongcheng!"

This was repeated three times without interruption.

The heaven and earth were like an empty valley, spreading this praise back and forth, and the whole Qin State was echoing with this heroic voice.

The sculpture was complete and it gently fell from the sky. Under the praises of everyone in the Qin State, it landed in the Yongcheng Palace, before the ancestral temple.

Ying Zheng looked at the towering sculpture in front of him and felt that there seemed to be too much bronze, which made the sculpture in front of him have some extra irrelevant things.

But it doesn’t matter. The extra things not only don’t seem cumbersome, but also add a bit of majesty and solemnity.

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