Chapter 226: Su Lu's demise, Shaka's love, and the prototype of the holy city

In an instant, all the restless magical elements between heaven and earth fell silent, as if they were instantly drained away by some supreme power.

Su Lu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was horrified to find that his forbidden magic was disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The elemental power that was once as easy as using one's own fingers now disappeared from between one's fingers like quicksand.

The magical elements of the entire world seemed to be completely wiped out, forming a suffocating elemental vacuum.

The thick dark clouds dissipated silently, and the scorching sun shone on the earth again.

"This is impossible. How could such a terrifying forbidden world of heaven exist?" Su Lu raised his hands tremblingly, his voice filled with unprecedented panic.

You must know that if a magician has no elements, even a forbidden spell wizard cannot release even a basic magic!

"Of course I do. After all, I am the Heavenly Father!" Wang Feng raised the corner of his mouth with a confident arc, and the Chaos Sword in his hand was emitting a breathtaking cold light in the sunlight.

"Wait! Wang Feng! We can cooperate! With our combined strength, we can definitely create a new era of magical holy land!" Su Lu shouted in panic, his voice full of a desperate desire to survive.

However, what responded to him was the dazzling light of holy wings suddenly unfolding behind Wang Feng. Angelic power surged into the Chaos Sword like a tide, and the sword body suddenly burst out with a sacred pressure that eclipsed the heavens and the earth.

"Apollo!" Su Lu screamed hysterically.

The golden Titan dragged his broken body and grabbed Wang Feng with his only remaining arm. But all this seemed so futile in the face of absolute power.

"Dawn, the End!"

With Wang Feng's light shout, the whole world seemed to be paused.

Black and white replaced all other colors, and a sword light like the creation of the world swept across, completely engulfing Su Lu and the Titan Giant.

When color returned to the world, only half of Apollo's body remained, while Su Lu had been reduced to ashes, without even a trace left.

"it's over."

Wang Feng casually dispersed the Chaos Sword, and the black and white wings turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.

He walked quickly towards Shaka and held the girl's arm with concern: "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, teacher." Shaka smiled, and Wang Feng's figure was reflected in her purple eyes. "Thank you."

"Where are Feng Zhoulong and the others? Have you seen them?"

"Yes, Teacher Feng and the others are all at Zhenbei Pass." Shajia nodded obediently, then tilted her head curiously, "But Teacher, how did you become the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Qin?"

"This is a long story. I'll explain it to you later. Now, it's time to deal with Apollo." Wang Feng looked at the half of Apollo left, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

…

On the way to Xianyang

The golden Titan Apollo trod with heavy steps, each step causing the earth to tremble slightly. The crowd stood on its broad shoulders, overlooking the mountains and rivers that passed by quickly below.

Feng Zhoulong couldn't help but pat Apollo's metal shell and exclaimed in amazement, "Boss, your skills are truly extraordinary! You can even revive an emperor-level Titan and make it serve as your obedient mount?"

Wang Feng crossed his arms across his chest, his lips curled up slightly: "It's just a resurrection spell, not worth mentioning."

Originally, the resurrection spell required a complete body to be effective, but the Eye of Time could rewind Apollo's physical state and restore it to its original state.

In addition, the resurrection magic of the Parthenon spirit has the ability to tame, so taming an emperor is a piece of cake. (Wrong)

Shajia stood beside Wang Feng, her long hair ruffling in the breeze. She tilted her head and asked, "Teacher, you haven't told us yet, how did you become the Imperial Master of the Great Qin?"

Wang Feng smiled, his eyes far away: "It's very simple, because now I am the Heavenly Father."

Then, he told the story of the deal he had made with Ying Zheng after he came to this world - he bestowed the magic system on the Qin Dynasty, and Ying Zheng respected him as the national teacher and regarded him as the father of magic.

After hearing this, everyone had different expressions.

Feng Zhoulong sighed to the sky, "The father of magic... is actually the boss? My worldview has completely collapsed!"

Shaka frowned slightly, worry in her eyes: "Teacher, what about the Holy City and the Angel Soul Embryo?"

The angel soul fetus is the supreme creation left by the true Heavenly Father to maintain stability on earth.

If Wang Feng did not have the ability to fabricate an angel soul, then his identity as "God the Father" would have loopholes, which might cause chaos in the entire world and even affect their world.

"Don't worry, I have already comprehended the essence of the soul fetus." Wang Feng raised the corner of his mouth with a confident arc, "As long as I gather enough power of faith, I can reshape the angel soul fetus."

He looked into the distance with deep eyes, his fingers gently stroking his chin: "The faith of Daqin alone may not be enough to give birth to the seven patrolling angels. But if the magic heritage is spread to other continents..."

Shaka's eyes lit up: "Teacher means..."

"That's right." Wang Feng snapped his fingers. "There are human civilizations on all five continents. As long as we leave a magical spark on each continent, the power of faith will naturally gather in an endless stream."

He turned and looked towards Xianyang City, his black windbreaker rustling in the wind. "It's time to say goodbye to Ying Zheng."

…

"Have you found your companions?"

Ying Zheng had his back to Wang Feng, his voice low and calm, yet filled with unquestionable majesty.

Wang Feng stood in the center of the hall and nodded slightly: "Well, I'm here to resign as well. I need to go to other continents to spread the flame of magic."

After a moment's silence, Ying Zheng slowly turned around. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and wherever his gaze reached, even the air seemed to freeze.

"Go." His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it was like an order that could not be disobeyed. "I look forward to your growth."

"Looking forward to my growth?" Wang Feng frowned slightly and thought to himself:

(Did the ancient king truly comprehend the secret of immortality? No, I've only seen his evil thoughts and that armor.)

"I thought you would ask me about your achievements and results." Wang Feng suddenly spoke, looking directly at Ying Zheng.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng raised a sneer that was almost arrogant.

He raised his head slightly, and the pearls and jade hanging from the crown did not move at all, as if even time was submitting to his majesty.

"I don't need it." He waved his sleeves, and the sound was like the collision of metal and stone, echoing in the hall.

"I will walk my own path; I will determine my own destiny. The comments of future generations are but a fleeting moment among a thousand possibilities—and I only believe in the 'present' that I hold in my hands."

Wang Feng was slightly startled, then laughed and shook his head: "I was overthinking it, you are the greatest emperor of all time."

Ying Zheng's eyebrows arched slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "The greatest emperor of all time? Is this how future generations will judge me?"

"That's right." Wang Feng straightened his sleeves and solemnly performed a subject's salute. "Well, great emperor of all time, I will take my leave."

When he turned around, Ying Zheng's deep voice suddenly came from behind him: "Wang Feng."

Wang Feng paused slightly as he heard Ying Zheng say in a very serious tone, "Remember, humans can create miracles precisely because their lives are limited. Using a fleeting life to strive for eternity—this is the most moving aspect of the human race."

Wang Feng didn't look back, but just raised his hand and waved: "Thank you for your advice."

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P.S.: It will end tomorrow and return to the original timeline. (I originally only wanted to write three or four chapters)

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