Liu Bang and his men walked into Pan's body.
Only Ying Zheng was still standing outside.
I saw his old body slowly sitting down on the ground without adding any cushions or anything like that.
He doesn't mind the mess either.
Ying Zheng rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a pipe.
Yes, although Ying Zheng was named the First Emperor, he was not the first emperor who unified the world on Earth.
Even Qin Shi Huang, who lived for more than two thousand years.
At this moment, he is just an old man who is about to die.
It seems that it is a standard habit for old men to like to smoke some dry tobacco and reminisce about the past.
Ying Zheng lit the pipe and took a deep breath.
Wisps of white smoke rose from the pipe.
"I'm sorry, brother, I still chose this path."
There was no longer the shrewdness in Ying Zheng's eyes that Deng Ru had seen earlier.
A pair of old eyes were filled with mist.
"We are all old and can't wait any longer."
Ying Zheng took a deep puff of his old dry tobacco and said helplessly.
After all, he just wants a world of peace.
He wanted people to be able to control their own destiny.
This is what Pan told him back then.
People should not be kept as pigs in a pen.
"Brother, I have found the Taoist god who carries your hope. He is in the hands of a god who looks very similar to you. But that god is too much like you. He is just as stubborn and unwilling to believe us."
Ying Zheng took a deep breath, and a trace of sadness of not being understood appeared on his face.
It seems that in everyone's eyes, Ying Zheng must be shady and selfish, and must have ulterior motives.
"But I just want a world of peace and harmony, so that the people of China can truly live a good life. Gods must exist, so why can't they be you?"
"Back then, you said I had the eyes of an eagle and the gaze of a wolf, and that I had the face to swallow up the world. You gave me the name Ying Zheng, saying that this name suited me very well and told me not to let it down."
"I don't know if I've failed this name, but you gave me this name yourself. With such kindness, how could I possibly harm you? You were too indecisive, and ultimately, you ruined your own life."
Perhaps Ying Zheng was somewhat moved by the scene.
If Pan had listened to his advice back then, he would have killed all those miscellaneous gods in advance.
To achieve true world peace.
Then, how could there be such chaos today?
"It was you who gave us the hope of controlling our own destiny. Without you, we would have endured this dark world, relying on sacrificing our fellow men to the gods for food and clothing. Like most of our compatriots, we would have watched them die or go mad, and then enjoyed the so-called happy life that their madness and death had bought us."
"But we can't. You described to us the concept of people being masters of their own homes, and told us what it means to be human and what it means to be a castrated animal. We worship you, we are grateful to you, and we believe that you are very different from other gods."
Ying Zheng was a little excited and coughed heavily twice, as if he was choked by a puff of smoke.
"But... you seem to be the same as the other gods. You've never trusted us, but I don't want to believe that. I'd rather believe that you're too kind and indecisive, and that's why you're unwilling to kill those gods who follow you around and call you 'boss' every day."
"After all, I've been the boss for two thousand years now. I understand you. When a brother's ideals conflict with your own, it's always difficult to make a choice."
"After all, I've been struggling for two thousand years between my ideals and the interests of my brothers. Not to mention, the choice you faced back then was far more daunting than mine. How could it have been so easy to make?"
After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he put out the pipe in his hand, used the pipe to support himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.
He put the pipe back into his arms.
"In short, I have to make my choice. The Great Peace of the World must continue. We humans can no longer rely on the gods. Brother, please lend me your power just once more."
Ying Zheng slowly extended his hand into this dimension.
I saw his old hand slowly sinking into the colorful surface like a soap bubble.
"May the ideal of universal peace live up to the Chinese people."
A memory flashed through Ying Zheng's mind.
He was a sturdy god, drinking and chatting happily with Ying Zheng in a bold and unrestrained manner.
When talking about the word ideal, He said.
"I don't really have any ideals. If I had to have one, it would be world peace and universal harmony."
This may be a joke from the strong god.
But, Ying Zheng took it seriously.
He, Ying Zheng, couldn't achieve world peace.
But he wanted a world of peace.
Ying Zheng stepped into Pan's remains.
The surrounding environment changed instantly.
The mountains and rivers were not shattered and the blood did not flow like imagined.
Instead, there was the sound of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, and a hint of the fragrance drifted to Ying Zheng's nose.
Ying Zheng took a deep breath.
The fragrance is quite good.
"As expected of an elder brother, even after so many years of death, he is still able to maintain the stable operation of the world. The concentration of divine power around him seems to be still very high."
Ying Zheng felt the concentration of divine power around him.
He couldn't help but sigh at the power of the disk again.
Pan is like a powerful person in the world of immortal cultivation, even if he has been dead for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
He can still use his remains to suppress the Eternals.
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