In the vast chaos, endless evolution took place, with numerous strange phenomena unfolding one after another, until a figure emerged, immediately eliciting gasps of amazement and shouts of delight.
It was a very unique figure, with a face that was indistinct and unclear. Only the robes on which it was worn could be seen, but even the patterns on them were not clear.
Even so, all the cultivators and martial artists who saw this figure knew that it was the Great Qin Ancestral Dragon Emperor who unified the Northern Sea Continent. He did not wear a crown or a ceremonial hat. He was just a silhouette of a lake. Standing there, he naturally exuded an aura of dominance that could overwhelm the eight wastelands and sweep across the six directions.
The emperor, a figure rarely seen even in the ancient history of humankind, waved his hand, and a long, winding army appeared. Wherever the long spears pointed, ghosts and gods wept, and demons wailed.
The appearance of this scene shocked the cultivators and martial artists watching the show. Even the Xuan Ying patrol riders guarding the scene couldn't help but turn around and cast shocked glances.
This is the Qin Dynasty, and this is Xianyang City. The scene unfolding in the chaos behind the boy is something that most people have never seen in their lives, but they have basically heard of it and read about it in books. The scenes depicted in it can be compared with what they saw in their childhood.
"That was... the First Emperor?"
Three hundred feet above the capital city of Xianyang, on the deck of a flying boat suspended in the air like a lurking ferocious bird, a young man wielding a giant axe gazed at the scene below and couldn't help but ask the man beside him a question.
"yes!"
He was a middle-aged man who exuded an air of authority without being angry. Even though he was trying his best to restrain himself, a strange feeling still lingered in his expression, because what he was seeing before him was beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
"How did he do that? How did he make His Majesty the First Emperor appear in his vision?!"
"have no idea."
The middle-aged man spoke concisely, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt. Then, as if he had thought of something, he carefully examined Feng Bingwen's face, trying to discern the clues within.
"Father, if I remember correctly, only those of the Zhao bloodline can cultivate to such a state, and only those with exceptional talent have the potential to recreate His Majesty the First Emperor's earth-shattering feat of sweeping across the six directions and eight wastelands!"
"...How dare you say such a thing?"
The middle-aged man glanced down at his offspring and immediately made the burly young man bow his head.
"I was wrong!"
High in the sky, many powerful and influential figures of the Qin Dynasty stopped to watch the extraordinary phenomenon of Feng Bingwen. They could hardly ignore this scene, because it represented so much.
At the lowest level, in the flight zone designated by the Great Qin for cultivators, the discussions among the many cultivators were even more heated.
"See? I told you the news was right. This is definitely the Emperor's son. Only the Emperor's son could evolve into His Majesty the Ancestral Dragon!"
"This city of Xianyang is likely to be anything but peaceful from now on!"
An aged-looking cultivator stood with his hands behind his back, a sigh on his face, exuding an air of profound melancholy.
"Old man, stop pretending. How old are you? Just over two hundred. Your life force is exhausted, and you're practically in your grave. What are you lamenting about? Your position has already been decided. Who gave you the right to criticize? Even if you really are the Emperor's son, so what?"
"That's right. Even imperial princes, if they want to attain a high position, must fight demons and monsters and gain enough merit. Otherwise, they can only manage to get a decent meal. This is true for the imperial princes born to His Majesty's empress, let alone this boy of unknown origin."
"Why should we commoners care about these things? Can't we just watch the show? If we say something wrong, we might be charged with making irresponsible remarks, which could be a capital offense."
“Brother is absolutely right. We lesser cultivators should just watch the show and not worry about it being repeated so many times.”
At this moment, Feng Bingwen's enlightenment had reached its most crucial point. He felt the vicissitudes and changes of time in the ancient city of Xianyang.
The laws of heaven and earth left a deep imprint on it. One Qin emperor after another issued orders here. Over the generations, the Qin emperors, with the title of emperor, could be called emperors. As a result, the human race completely occupied the Northern Underworld Continent.
He saw too many awe-inspiring, towering figures, even the legendary emperor, and his domineering presence that commanded the world.
That demeanor even stirred Feng Bingwen's heart, causing him to feel regret and sigh, wishing he could have been born in the same era as him.
However, as the Dao essence dissipated, Feng Bingwen regained consciousness. It was the mark left by an existence that could affect the operation of the laws of heaven and earth.
Those with exceptional talent and keen intuition can trigger the mark and witness scenes from the past. Feng Bingwen, with the blessing of his innate Five Elements Dao Body, was able to witness all of that, but it was still too far removed from the past, so he could only see a little bit. Even so, it was of great benefit to his cultivation.
"..."
However, when Feng Bingwen emerged from his state of enlightenment, even without opening his eyes, he could feel the gaze upon him. He was the center of attention; this was no exaggeration.
"Oh my god!"
Feng Bingwen felt a little annoyed. Although he hadn't planned to keep a low profile or play the "pretending to be weak while actually being strong" trick, he hadn't intended to be so flamboyant either.
The current situation was somewhat unexpected, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, enlightenment is something that cultivators often cannot control; it can come suddenly.
Thank you all!
Without hesitating for long, the strange phenomenon behind Feng Bingwen dissipated. He opened his eyes, his gaze bright and clear, and then calmly bowed to the Xuan Ying patrol riders around him to express his gratitude.
"Congratulations to the Supreme Daoist Master on his great progress in cultivation! He is on the verge of attaining immortality!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen speak, a junior officer immediately spurred his black eagle to fly closer, channeling his martial arts energy into a booming voice to congratulate Feng Bingwen and directly and decisively identify him to the onlookers.
We can't just not name names publicly. As the saying goes, rumors stop with the wise, but the wise are always a minority, even among cultivators.
Even with the identity of the Supreme Daoist Child explicitly stated and the deliberate promotion of its rapid spread, few people actually believed it. Instead, what do people believe? There are quite a few illegitimate sons of the current emperor; out of ten, at least eight would believe this nonsense.
How can this be allowed? How can the reputation of the Emperor of Qin be tolerated with such unfounded slander? Therefore, the truth must be revealed, and then those who criticize will be punished according to the laws of Qin.
"The path to immortality is long and arduous; I have merely taken one step forward!"
Looking at the general in front of him, whose deliberate actions were all too obvious, Feng Bingwen frowned but didn't say anything. It didn't hurt him to point out the general's identity; at most, it would just mean that there would be more people who wanted to visit and bother him, or who were lusting after him.
"Brother Feng!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was pondering how to leave this place and escape the awkward situation of being watched by tens of thousands of people, a voice that made him happy rang out.
"Brother Yi!"
Taishang Daozi looked at the person who dared to greet him at this time with a look of delight. It was a boy wearing animal skin. Although he was a boy, he had thick black hair, a tall and strong body, and long and powerful limbs. He was obviously extraordinary.
"I've finally found you, hahaha!"
As Feng Bingwen laughed, he landed on the chariot ridden by the boy who had spoken. It was a war chariot pulled by a nine-headed, ferocious beast.
"Sunset God Lord Yi Canglan!!"
Feng Bingwen's previous performance was so dazzling that it attracted the attention of almost everyone present. When this rising human prodigy appeared, few people paid attention. Now that the two were together, someone immediately exclaimed in surprise and admiration.
"To be able to call him brother, one must be an equal and peerless genius. That one must truly be the Supreme Dao Child!"
"Even if he is the Supreme Dao Child, that doesn't conflict with his status as an Imperial Son!"
Someone muttered something under their breath, which was quickly noticed by a pair of sharp eyes.
Suddenly, the cultivator who couldn't control his mouth found himself with an empty space around him. His face was deathly pale as two Xuan Ying patrol riders approached him, their cold masks revealing only their eyes.
"I……"
The big-mouthed monk's lips trembled, but soon, he remembered something and hurriedly took out a talisman from his body. As if grasping at a lifeline, he shouted loudly...
“I have fought against demons, I have rendered meritorious service to the human race, and I have military merits.”
"Come with us!"
Unfortunately, this identity token bearing the marks of war merits softened the gaze of the Xuan Ying patrol riders somewhat, but it did not affect the final outcome; the cultivator who couldn't control his mouth was still taken away in the end.
What's going on?
Feng Bingwen witnessed this scene. He paid close attention to everything happening around him, since the source of the incident could most likely be traced back to him, and it was hard not to care.
He possesses a divine book, and any negative consequences arising from his actions will fall upon his head—that would be considered evil karma!
"you do not know?"
Seeing Feng Bingwen ask him a question, Yi Canglan, who had only come to join in the fun, revealed a sly smile.
"What do I need to know? I was just comprehending the Dao."
Feng Bingwen frowned, sensing something was amiss.
"Right now, many people in Xianyang are saying that you are the emperor's son!"
As he spoke, Yi Canglan activated the sound-silencing and isolation array engraved on the chariot, isolating the inside from the outside and creating a nearly closed, independent space. The chariot then slowly drove away from the outskirts of the city and entered the skies above Xianyang City.
"The Emperor's son?!"
Upon hearing this answer, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.
Who could have imagined such a thing? He just sought enlightenment and ended up with a father out of nowhere. Although this father was of illustrious status, and even if one searched the entire human race, there was probably no one who could compare to him, it still felt very strange.
"At first, I thought they were talking nonsense, but after I got there, I realized they made sense. Brother Feng, tell me, do you have the blood of the Ying family's Zhao clan flowing through your veins?"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Feng Bingwen flatly rejected the idea. Although it was a famous imperial bloodline surname of the human race, it was irrelevant. Forcing a connection would only make him lose face.
"Then how did you manifest that Emperor Qin Shi Huang in your own vision? Only the direct descendants of the Zhao family can do this, and those who can do this in their own vision often have a good chance of inheriting the throne."
Yi Canglan asked curiously, and to be honest, what he had just witnessed had also startled him.
Such a unique phenomenon was actually deduced by a completely unrelated cultivator. No one would believe there was nothing going on.
"How do you expect me to explain this? Do you expect me to boast that I'm exceptionally talented, unparalleled in the world?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen immediately showed a troubled expression. He had indeed benefited greatly from comprehending the aura of this ancient capital, and the strange phenomena had even undergone a fundamental transformation. However, the strange phenomena that were revealed during the transformation process carried a somewhat heavy meaning.
"You'd better think about how to explain this. I don't need to tell you what His Majesty the First Emperor symbolizes to the Great Qin. Everything related to him will be investigated thoroughly. It won't be long before someone comes after you."
Yi Canglan earnestly warned Feng Bingwen, which made the newly enthroned Supreme Daoist frown.
"So what if they come looking for me? Do they dare to touch me? I have already become the rightful heir to the Dao!"
"You've already reached the Supreme Daoist Master level?"
Although he had heard the patrolmen shouting loudly earlier, Yi Canglan hadn't taken it seriously. But when Feng Bingwen said it himself, he immediately believed it.
"nature."
Feng Bingwen puffed out his chest, finally seeing the posture he wanted to see on the face of this descendant of the ancient gods, which gave him a sense of satisfaction.
"Now that you're a Supreme Daoist, things are much easier. Those people definitely won't dare to do anything too outrageous to you, but it's still quite troublesome!"
"It doesn't matter, we'll deal with whatever comes our way."
Feng Bingwen didn't take this seriously at all. Although the Supreme Dao didn't take the Dao Child seriously either, the Dao Child still represented the sect's reputation. If this Dao Child, whose reputation was far from being genuine, got into trouble outside, the immortals of the Supreme Dao would definitely not ignore it and would surely take action.
“Brother Feng is optimistic, but there’s nothing to worry about. Now that you’ve entered Xianyang, it’s a good time for us to have a good drink together. I’ve made quite a few friends in Xianyang, and I’ll introduce them to you.”
"OK!"
Feng Bingwen naturally had no objection to this. He talked and laughed with learned scholars and had no commoners among his acquaintances. The humans that this descendant of the ancient gods associated with must all be geniuses and Daoists, and they couldn't be too bad.
"By the way, not long ago I met a prince, the youngest of the princes, who is also qualified to inherit the throne. Would you like me to introduce you to him?"
Suddenly remembering something, Yi Canglan asked Feng Bingwen with a smile.
"If it's convenient, let's get to know each other!"
Feng Bingwen remained indifferent; there was no way around it, he was just confident.
So what about the Emperor's Son? His status is probably equivalent to that of the Dao Sons established in the Twelve Paths of Xuanmen, or even lower, because there is more than one Emperor's Son.
Only by clearly defining their own status and gaining the emperor's approval can a prince who is eligible to succeed the next emperor be on equal footing with the Daoist disciples of the Xuanmen sect.
Of course, this is only in theory. As the only human empire that has unified the continent, even the sons of kings and nobles within it are not to be underestimated, let alone the imperial princes who enjoy the most abundant resources.
While Feng Bingwen was being introduced by Yi Canglan to the other human prodigies gathered in Xianyang City, a scene unfolded in the deepest hall of the imperial palace in Xianyang City, right before the eyes of an unparalleled being.
"Has this child's identity been verified?"
When the figure of Mohu appeared behind the boy, the being sitting on the imperial throne spoke.
"Your Majesty, we have already sent a letter to the Supreme Daoist Temple to inquire, but it will probably take some time before we receive a reply."
The eunuch serving nearby immediately replied that everything must be properly arranged before reporting the message to the Emperor, otherwise it would be too late to prepare when he needed it.
“The Supreme Dao, I remember their Dao Child was born of a celestial being.”
"Your Majesty, the previous Daoist successor of the Supreme Dao was Zhao Junxian, the son of Immortal Lord Xuanqing. It is said that he has already passed the Human Immortal Tribulation, so this person is most likely the newly selected Daoist successor of the Supreme Dao!"
"That's quite rare!"
The supreme ruler on the throne let out a soft laugh.
The strongest nation of the human race, and the strongest Dao sect of the human race, naturally pay great attention to the latter. There was even an attempt by the Emperor of Qin to unite with the Supreme Dao to completely bring the nine continents of the human race under their rule, unify all the power of the human race, and then sweep across the world to create a world order truly dominated by the human race.
Such a crazy idea was naturally rejected, and the Great Qin did not receive the support of the Supreme Dao. However, this did not hinder the Great Qin's attention to and dedication to the Supreme Dao.
"Your Majesty, there are rumors circulating in the city that this current Supreme Daoist is the posthumous child of yours, conceived during your travels many years ago. What should be done about this?"
The chief eunuch inquired, saying that it was inappropriate to bother the human sovereign with such a trivial matter, but the people involved were too special, so he had to ask.
"My illegitimate son? Hahaha, interesting!"
Upon hearing the report from the eunuch, the emperor couldn't help but laugh again.
“My every word and action, even my eating and sleeping habits, are being controlled by those… Hmm, Zhongliang, do you think it’s possible that the current successor of the Supreme Dao is actually someone I left behind years ago?”
"I will immediately send someone to investigate!"
The eunuch reacted very quickly, or rather, he had anticipated this. The emperors of the Great Qin Dynasty had been coveting the power of the immortals of the Supreme Dao for a long time. If there was an excuse to interfere with the Supreme Dao, they would certainly not give up. What did it matter if they had some stains on their record? In fact, these were not even stains.
"No, there's no need to investigate too thoroughly!"
"Your subject understands!"
"Alright, go and make the arrangements. I want to meet this Supreme Daoist Master; perhaps he really does have some connection with me!"
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