Chapter 557 The Sky Curtain - The End of the World

"I am Fusu, the eldest son of the King of Qin."

As the boy, who had just woken up in the sky, leaned against the bed and uttered those words, everyone felt a sense of relief and understanding, followed by an overwhelming sense of confusion and heaviness.

If the future of the eldest prince is reflected in the sky, and so is the future of the Great Qin Dynasty, then why did the Great Qin Dynasty end up like that, and where are they now?

At this moment, the chief physician from the Imperial Physician's Office came out and cautiously approached the King of Qin to report: "Your Majesty, I am incompetent. The pulse at the Cun, Guan, and Chi positions of the eldest son is normal, and there is no obstruction in the twelve meridians. We have been unable to find the cause of his unconsciousness."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and asked coldly, "Are you sure there's no cause for the illness?"

"We have examined the pulse multiple times and confirmed that the eldest son's pulse is fine. As for his eyes, since the eldest son has not yet woken up, judging from the pulse alone, there is no problem."

The imperial physician himself sounded guilty, admitting that the eldest son's blood and tears were indeed real. However, it was also true that his pulse was stable, even stronger than that of an average adult. This contradictory behavior was something they had never seen in their many years of medical practice.

Ying Zheng rubbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, lost in thought.

At this moment, Li Si boldly stepped forward, knelt before the King of Qin, and said, "I dare to speak, but perhaps what has been revealed in the sky is something Your Highness does not wish to see."

Is it always a good thing for people to know their future?

Having experienced it firsthand, Li Si thought about it and concluded that it certainly wasn't a good thing. That was only for him, an ordinary mortal; knowing the future in advance was enough to make him teeter on the brink of life and death. What about for a "divine being" like the eldest son?

Li Si was so intelligent that he could understand, from just a few words revealed in the sky, that the future of the eldest son was different from his own.

He didn't understand what caused these differences. But he knew very well that the source of these differences was beyond his reach.

This is also why he boldly guessed that the eldest son was in a coma.

The appearance of the canopy might be a warning to the world. But he also felt it was an expression of pity and care for the eldest son.

Ying Zheng stared at Li Si's figure. He was indeed bold enough. No wonder he could commit treason by forging an imperial edict.

The King of Qin remained silent, and no one dared to utter a sound. Li Si, who was kneeling on the spot, gradually became sweaty and pale, realizing that he had been showing off.

He underestimated the king's concern for the eldest son; he shouldn't have commented on the eldest son's affairs so casually.

Only when a new change appeared in the sky did the King of Qin allow Li Si to take a seat: "This is a one-time exception."

"only."

Li Si staggered to his seat, forcing a bitter smile under the astonished gazes of his colleagues. He'd told them, knowing the future isn't a good thing; it easily leads to arrogance and a loss of self-awareness.

Because the king tolerated him once, he subconsciously kept testing his bottom line, trying to increase his own leverage.

At this moment, Li Si finally corrected his attitude and recognized the path he should take next.

"Brother, you've finally arrived! He said he's Fusu!" Yi Xiaochuan hesitated, then winked at Gao Yao as he walked in. Clearly, he had connected Fusu's appearance and introduction to his own origins, his thoughts wandering.

A handsome man with a languid air walked up to Fusu, slightly curving his lips, and introduced himself: "I am Gao Yao, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Fusu from another world."

Fu Su on the bed slowly raised his eyes, "Another world..."

Gao Yao nodded, while Cui Wenzi clapped his hands and sighed, "I knew it! This kid's face looks strange; it makes sense that he's from another world."

"Time travel?"

In South Korea, Han Fei gazed thoughtfully at the young man under the bright moon and gentle breeze in the sky, "The son of Ying Zheng has such an extraordinary encounter... If Qin is destroyed, what will become of Han?"

"Gaoyao..."

Ying Zheng murmured the name, gazing at the mysterious man in the sky, recalling Fusu's thoughts before he fell unconscious. So, was Fusu's suspicion of Zhao Gao due to Gao Yao?

"The Grand Preceptor of Qin".

Ying Zheng suddenly had a premonition that perhaps through the celestial canopy, he could find out why they could hear Fusu's thoughts.

"Um..." Yi Xiaochuan carefully squeezed to the head of the bed and handed over the cleaned wooden plaque. "Um, I didn't mean to touch your things."

Fusu took the wooden plaque, gently ran his hand over the words on it, and gave a faint smile: "Thank you."

"No need to thank me," Yi Xiaochuan waved his hand, looked at Fusu, and finally couldn't help but ask, "The Qin state you're from is..."

Fusu clutched the wooden plaque tightly to his chest, raised his head, and a tear rolled down his reddened eye, his expression fragile and broken: "Qin... is gone. Father, General, Prime Minister, Teacher, the people... all gone."

A deathly silence fell over the entire Qin state, then a violent wail erupted from the crowd—a wail for themselves, a wail for the Qin dynasty.

"How could Qin be gone?"

Lying in his own courtyard, Meng Ao, who was already seriously ill, was distraught and collapsed helplessly on the bed. He couldn't understand how the Qin Dynasty, which had two wise rulers, could have died.

Someone on the sky also asked this question.

"Qin is gone?" Yi Xiaochuan asked incredulously. "You're eighteen, that's only the year Qin fell. Which country did it? Yan or Qi?"

Fusu blinked, glancing thoughtfully at Yi Xiaochuan, which made Yi Xiaochuan's heart skip a beat. Meeting Gao Yao's half-smiling gaze, Yi Xiaochuan realized he'd been made a fool of.

I hate that my history is a little too good.

Yi Xiaochuan became withdrawn.

Only then did Fusu speak in a low voice: "They're all gone."

The people from the six countries were startled. What did this mean? What did it mean that everything was gone?

As Fusu's biological father, Ying Zheng immediately noticed Fusu's emotional changes and also noticed Yi Xiaochuan's changes. Why did he think it was the State of Yan or the State of Qi?

Is it because of the timeline in which the Qin Dynasty conquered the six states?

Ying Zheng never doubted his abilities, so when Fusu said that Qin was gone, he had a premonition that more than just Qin was in trouble. Therefore, he was not very surprised when Fusu said "everything is gone".

But because of this, he wouldn't doubt the abilities of his other self from another world. However, upon closer reflection, something still didn't seem right. If things had progressed in the normal world, Yi Xiaochuan shouldn't have had that expression.

It was as if he had accidentally let slip that there was a third Qin dynasty that had successfully conquered the six states.

"That was the end of the world, an inescapable destruction for everyone." Fusu looked at his hands, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I don't understand, why did I survive... In the whole world, only I survived?"

Fusu looked up and met the eyes of the crowd, as if seeking answers from them.

That pleading look and vulnerable gaze moved everyone present. Only Gao Yao didn't flinch from his gaze, stating bluntly, "That's right, only you survived."

Qin, Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, Qi, and even the nomadic peoples beyond the Great Wall all fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was bewildered. What kind of disaster could have wiped everyone out?

What will be the end of the world?