Zhang Liang's body was trembling slightly.

It was the pressure of the Emperor's Sword that made him tremble involuntarily.

"Your Majesty is a great ruler of the world. No great calamity can harm Your Majesty. Your Majesty is the strongest. When the Heavenly Emperor Sword is completed, our Great Qin will be even more glorious, and Your Majesty can use the Heavenly Emperor Sword to shatter the Heavenly Dao!"

Huo Qubing held his head high and chest out, full of heroic spirit.

He has absolute confidence.

No one can stop Your Majesty.

He could also feel that the door to the divine road had been closed and locked tightly. The changes of the times had cut off the possibility for anyone to achieve mythology.

If you cannot become a legend, even if you achieve the Nine Tribulations of Heaven, you will still fall in the heavenly tribulation.

Or like the Xingming Ancient Beast, it clearly possesses power that is almost divine, but can only pretend to be dead and sleep, unable to use its power. How sad it is.

Only myths can last forever, live as long as the sky, and have as much life as the sky.

Huo Qubing didn't want to become like that.

That is worse than death.

Not only did his Great Qin conquer other nations, but if the laws of nature stood in their way, they would conquer even the laws of nature, trample them under their feet, and become the master of the world.

Another seven days passed.

The dark golden light extended to the endless deep space. Above the sky and earth, characters of the Qin State floated and arranged, constructing the world of the Great Qin.

Endless brilliance bloomed, and the figure of an emperor was particularly eye-catching and tall.

In the background, he seemed as tall as the sky.

All the materials have disappeared and become part of the Emperor Sword.

"The great calamity of heaven is coming. I need your strength to allow the Heavenly Emperor Sword to complete the final step."

Ying Xuan triggered a heavenly calamity.