Na: Heart of Literature with Proud Bones!
Origin: Inheritance of twenty-four literati!
Usage: Use the nation’s fortune as the source, blend into the body of civil ministers, and receive the inheritance of the sages!
Note: Only literati with proud bones can rge with the ’godhead of proud bones’. Please choose carefully, host!
In the Imperial Study, Qin Wudao finished reading the system’s introduction, his heart pounding, even his breathing was a little rapid.
The inheritance belonging to humanity has finally erged!
Heart of Literature!
Isn’t it a representation of the power of literati?
"System, can Yu Qian integrate the ’Heart of Literature with Proud Bones’?"
Qin Wudao asked.
Among the civil ministers of the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court, their characters were diverse, but only Yu Qian was known throughout the ages for his proud bones.
Because of his proud bones, even if he was shattered to pieces, he retained his purity among humans.
"Yes!"
"System, integrate Yu Qian with the ’Heart of Literature with Proud Bones’!"
Upon hearing the answer, Qin Wudao decisively commanded.
As the words fell.
The void in front of Qin Wudao cracked open, revealing a white crystal, the size of a fist, surrounded by talent, and filled with profound dao scriptures.
An awe-inspiring aura emanated from the crystal, disregarding ti, covering the universe.
In the mont, the sky over the Imperial Capital bore witness to a sea of literature, appearing a literati with a blurred visage, bright eyes, and elegant deanor.
He stood among the azure, his proud bones eternal.
"This is... the inheritance belonging to us!"
Within the Deliberative Pavilion, literati such as Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, Guo Jia, Wang Yangming and others looked up, gazing at the boundless sea of literature, showing a hint of excitent, a touch of anticipation.
Under the gaze of everyone, the ’godhead of proud bones’ broke through the void and flew into the sea of fortune of the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court, disappearing from sight.
"It’s a pity, it does not belong to my inheritance!"
Zhuge Liang expressed with regret.
Ultimately, the world across the heavens is one where strength is revered.
He presided over a nation, held a high position, yet also yearned to beco stronger, beco a top figure in the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court, guard the land, beco an existence revered across the heavens.
But as ti passed, the gap in strength between civil ministers and martial generals grew wider.
The inadequacy of strength beca a sore point for nearly all civil ministers.
Now, they saw hope!
Within the Imperial Study.
Qin Wudao was unaware of the psychological changes of the civil ministers, beginning to probe for information on the Space Golden Man from the Twelve Bronze n’s category.
Na: Space Golden Man!
Origin: Forged from the gathered weapons of the world, twelve bronze n to stabilize the nation, protect the land!
Usage: Drive with fortune, arrange the twelve n in formation!
Note: The strength of the twelve bronze n is related to the strength of the nation, currently the strength of the Space Golden Man is comparable to a Martial Artist of the Immortal Emperor rank!
Note: Upon gathering the twelve bronze n, battles can be fought beyond their rank!
"With the Space Golden Man, the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court is equivalent to having another strong figure stationed here, no need to worry about emptiness at the rear anymore!"
After reading the introduction of the Twelve Bronze n, Qin Wudao smiled, murmuring to himself.
At the sa ti, he began to look forward to gathering the Twelve Bronze n.
Even though he knew, it was a long process.
Just like the Nine Provinces Cauldron, even now, only three cauldrons have been summoned.
"Fortune has arrived!"
Qin Wudao stood up, walked to the window, and saw from the four corners of the earth, massive powers of fortune rushing in, vast and unstoppable.
"Roar!"
Within the sea of fortune.
The Fortune Golden Dragon cheered joyfully, emitting bursts of joyful dragon roars, flicking its tail, rushing into the sky, feasting, devouring vast amounts of fortune.
In the blink of an eye, the thousand mile dragon body expanded to ten thousand miles.
Far exceeding the limit of fortune for the Immortal Court!
Rumble!
The sea of fortune boiled, spilling purple light across the sky, which fell within the Qin Dynasty’s territory, creating infinite wonders.
"This is fortune’s creation!"
"Everyone, quickly retreat for contemplation!"
Witnessing the familiar scene, countless Qin citizens were thrilled, imdiately abandoning their tasks, sitting cross-legged, circulating cultivation techniques, greedily devouring, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
Soon, powerful auras rose straight into the skies.
"It’s ti to ascend to the Immortal Court!"
Sensing the transformation of Qin’s citizens, Qin Wudao stood with hands behind his back, his mouth curving into a smile.
The truth is, with the strength of the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court, they could have long ascended to the Immortal Court, the only shortfall lies in the slightly weaker strength of the populace.
But this problem cannot be resolved in a short ti.
It requires long-term accumulation.
After all, the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court ascended to the heavens across the worlds less than five hundred years ago, it lacks foundation.
"Yangzhou Cauldron, appear!"
Once all fortune from the worlds such as Dongji and others poured into the Qin Dynasty’s heavenly court, with signs of overflowing, Qin Wudao waved a hand, releasing a ray of immortal light, landing into the sea of fortune.
Within the vast fortune, an ancient cauldron stood.
Sacred light glowing brilliantly.
Carved with mountains, birds, and beasts, terrains and river paths, revealing an unparalleled aura.
"Suppress!"
In the ethereal, an ancient and sacred voice echoed across the heavens.
A majestic deity stood atop the Yangzhou Cauldron, pinching hands, unleashing profound power, calming the volatile sea of fortune.
"As for this Soldier Immortal Godhead, it shall be bestowed upon Han Xin!"
Qin Wudao took out the ’Soldier Immortal Godhead’, radiating a bloody light, emitting a formidable general’s aura, like an invincible leader commanding armies, conquering the world.
With his right hand, he threw it, and the godhead broke through the void, landing into the sea of fortune.
"Next, await the extermination of the Demon Rain Tribe!"
Having handled the treasures, Qin Wudao coldly smiled, his pupils shimring with terrifying light.
...
Demon Rain Tribe!
Situated in the Black Water Heaven’s world!
This world has rather harsh conditions, with dark clouds lingering, sunlight never seen, torrential rains pouring, floods rampaging like beasts.
If it was only about rain, that wouldn’t be a concern.
The key is the downpour of black rain, possessing strong corrosive attributes, tinged with faint demonic aura, unsuitable for living beings.
Yet it’s precisely such an environnt that has nurtured a special tribe.
That is the Demon Rain Tribe.
They bathe in the black rain, absorb the demonic aura, practice demonic arts, considered a branch of the demon race.
"Is this the tribe that has angered His Majesty to the point of wanting its extermination?"
This day, all mbers of the Black Water Tribe as usual, found a relatively high place, bathing in the black rain cultivating.
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed, intermingled with endless evil aura, forming a wind of slaughter, sweeping through heaven and earth, causing the temperature to plumt.
Amidst heaven and earth, terrifying murderous aura appeared, dyeing the world red.
The black rain turned red!
The dark clouds turned red!
The demonic aura, turned red as well!
"Who?"
In the central hall.
The Demon Rain clan leader sensed the murderous aura, his body breaking through the void, looking towards the void above, expression extrely solemn.
Demonic aura surged.
The mid-stage Immortal Emperor aura was revealed without concealnt.
Rumble!
Responding to the Demon Rain clan leader was a thunderous roar, followed by the sky shattering, revealing a towering Immortal City, entirely blood-colored, murderous aura surging, suppressing heaven and earth.
Above the Immortal City, paths of the killing dao extended across the void.
Inside the Immortal City, nurous soldiers clad in blood armor stood, expressionless, devoid of emotion, like executioners erging from hell, having bathed the world in blood.
On the city tower, Bai Qi stood upright, looking down at countless Demon Rain Tribe mbers.
In his eyes, apart from the slaughter, there was nothing else.
Beside him stood a literati, gaze steadfast, lacking a touch of elegance, exuding the aura of warfare.
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