Da Qin: Conquer all heavens and all realms

Emperor Tyrant Martial was kneeling on the altar of heaven in Xianyang. That heavy muffled sound not only shattered his dignity as the supreme martial artist, but also spread to every corner of the Qingtian world like an invisible oracle.

On this day, the sky was clear and windless, but countless cultivators felt a chill to the bone.

Skylark Holy Land, Jiuxiao Cloud Palace.

The Skylark Saint, a woman dressed in a white gown and possessing an ethereal, celestial presence, sat quietly in the hall, holding a jade slip containing a message. The slip depicted the moment when Tyrant Emperor knelt before Ying Zheng.

Her slender jade fingers trembled slightly, and for the first time, a storm of emotion appeared in her eyes, which had always been calm.

"The origin of martial arts has been taken away... The imperial dragon energy suppresses the heaven and earth... This, this is no longer within the reach of human power." She murmured to herself, with a hint of undisguised fear in her voice.

"Holy Lord!" An elder walked quickly into the hall, his face pale. "Batian...Batian Empire is finished! Emperor Wu has been deposed, and the entire empire has been taken over by the Great Qin Black Armor Army, encountering almost no resistance!"

The Skylark Saint slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had settled, leaving only endless solemnity.

"Pass the order down. Close all external teleportation arrays in the holy land. All disciples are forbidden to leave the mountain gate without permission. Also, prepare a generous gift. I will personally travel to Xianyang to pay my respects to the Great Qin Emperor."

"Holy Lord! What are you doing..." The elder was horrified. "Our Skylark Holy Land has been passed down for thousands of years. How can we be inferior to others? Why not unite with other holy lands and fight this powerful enemy together!"

"Fight together?" The Skylark Saint smiled sadly, pointing at the jade slip. "Did you see that? He was the number one in the Blue Sky, standing at the very top of our pyramid. But what happened? In front of him, we didn't even have the courage to struggle. Can the four of us combined be stronger than a Tyrant Martial Emperor?"

The elder was speechless.

"This Great Qin Majesty has demonstrated a power that transcends our existing martial arts system. To resist means destruction." The Skylark Holy Lord's voice was cold and clear. "For our Skylark Holy Land, what matters is not a momentary impulse, but a heritage that will last for thousands of years. Survival is more important than anything else."

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Chixiao Holy Land, volcanic purgatory.

The Holy Lord of Scarlet Sky, a fiery old man with red hair and beard, smashed the huge lava table in front of him into pieces with one palm.

"How ridiculous! How ridiculous!" He roared, flames shooting up from his body, illuminating the entire hall in crimson. "How dare a brat who appeared out of nowhere bully me like this! That old scoundrel Batian has truly brought shame upon all warriors! He actually knelt!"

"Holy Lord, calm down!" The elders beside him hurriedly advised, "The defeat of Tyrant Emperor Wu was not his fault. We have also received secret reports that the Great Qin Emperor displayed a mysterious power called 'Imperial Dragon Qi', which can suppress heaven and earth and deprive the essence of martial arts. If we go, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" The Scarlet Sky Saint Lord's eyes widened. "My Scarlet Sky Holy Land uses fire to enter the Dao, burning the entire world. How could we be afraid of his dragon energy? Pass my order and summon all the warriors of the Holy Land. I want to personally meet this Great Qin Emperor and see if his dragon energy can burn through my Scarlet Sky Divine Fire!"

"Holy Lord, think twice!" Another elder knelt down. "The Tyrant Empire fell in a single day. The strength of the Black Armor Army is known to all. Although our Holy Land is powerful, if we go against the entire power of the Great Qin, our chances of victory are slim! Moreover, His Majesty's strength is unfathomable..."

"Enough!" Scarlet Sky Saint Lord roared, but a flicker of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He had a hot temper, but he was no fool. He knew the strength of Tyrant Emperor Wu, and to defeat him so easily was no ordinary feat.

Just as he was struggling internally, a disciple ran into the hall in panic.

"Holy Lord! It's bad! The envoys from the Great Qin have arrived! They're right outside the mountain gate!"

"Emissary?" Scarlet Sky Saint Lord was stunned. "How many troops did he bring with him?"

"Only... only one person, one horse!"

One man and one horse?

The Scarlet Sky Saint and all the elders were shocked. Just how confident could one be to dare march alone and on horseback before the Scarlet Sky Holy Land's mountain gate?

"Let's go! Let's go out and take a look!" The Holy Lord Chixiao flicked his sleeves and strode out of the hall.

Outside the mountain gate, a general, spear slung over his back, sat quietly atop a pitch-black warhorse. His face was stern, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He was none other than Bai Qi, one of the Great Qin commanders.

He looked at the Scarlet Sky Saint Lord who walked out aggressively, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In compliance with the order of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qin, the Holy Lord of the Scarlet Sky Holy Land is summoned to Xianyang to pay homage immediately. There must be no delay!" Bai Qi's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable murderous aura that reached everyone's ears clearly.

"What a big tone!" the Scarlet Sky Saint Lord roared, "Who do you think you are? How dare you give me orders?"

When Bai Qi heard this, his eyes turned cold, and a powerful bloody aura rose into the sky, instantly covering the entire mountain gate.

That was not the pressure of martial arts, but a pure murderous intent tempered from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"Under the iron hoofs of the Great Qin, millions of bones withered. A mere Red Sky Holy Land, with a single order from me, can be wiped from this land." Bai Qi slowly drew the spear from his back, the tip pointing directly at the Red Sky Holy Lord. "Your Majesty, mindful of your cultivation, offers you a chance. Live on your knees, or die lying down. It's your choice."

The bloody aura of the Holy Lord Chixiao made his blood boil. He was shocked to find that although the general in front of him might not be as advanced as him, his indomitable spirit and his determination to treat everything as straw dogs actually made him feel a little uneasy.

He remembered the end of Emperor Ba Tian Wu.

Finally, his clenched fists slowly loosened, the fire in his eyes went out, replaced by deep powerlessness and humiliation.

"...I'll go with you."

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Qingyun Holy Land, the Eternal Green Peak.

The Holy Lord Qingyun, an old man with an immortal look and holding a whisk, was standing on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance towards Xianyang.

"The sky... is going to change." He sighed softly, his tone full of vicissitudes.

"Master, are we really going to submit to that Great Qin Emperor?" His most proud disciple, a gifted young man, said with resentment, "We, the Qingyun Holy Land, are committed to protecting the blue sky. How can we bow to an ambitious man?"

"Ambition?" Qingyun Saint Lord shook his head. "No, he is not ambition. He is... destined to be chosen by heaven."

He turned and looked at his disciple: "Do you know why there are always bottlenecks in martial arts practice? Why can't we reach the legendary higher realm?"

The disciple shook his head in confusion.

"Because this world has long been bound by an invisible rule. What we consider the pinnacle may only be the starting point in the eyes of others." A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in the eyes of the Qingyun Saint Lord. "And that Emperor Qin has broken this rule. He represents a completely new and higher order. By following his will, perhaps we can glimpse an unprecedented landscape."

"Master means..."

"Send the order down. Organize all the books and resources of the Holy Land and prepare a great gift. Three days later, I will personally travel to Xianyang to pay my respects to the new master." The Qingyun Holy Lord said firmly, "This is not surrender. This is in accordance with the will of Heaven. I will seek a brighter future for our Qingyun Holy Land."

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Xuantian Holy Land is located in the most mysterious forbidden area of ​​Qingtian World. There are no magnificent palaces here, only ancient stone tablets, each of which contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

The Holy Lord Xuantian, a being with a blurry figure and unclear face, was standing in front of the tallest stone tablet.

"Batian is defeated." An ethereal voice sounded, as if it came from eternity.

"As expected," another voice responded.

"That young man named Ying Zheng has the aura of the Tao, but it's not the Tao of our world."

"His appearance means the sky is about to change."

"Then let's..."

"What else can we do? The purpose of Xuantian Holy Land's existence is to record history and witness change, not to fight against history." The first voice sounded again, "Convey my will. Xuantian Holy Land, submit to the Great Qin. We will become the historians of the new dynasty, recording this great era."

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Xianyang Palace, Nine Dragon Golden Palace.

Ying Zheng sat high up, looking down at the four people below.

The Holy Lord of Skylark, dressed in white as white as snow, has a respectful attitude.

The Holy Lord of Chixiao, with his hair and beard all red and a face full of humiliation, did not dare to complain at all.

The Holy Lord Qingyun has an immortal look and his eyes are filled with inquiry and awe.

The Holy Lord Xuantian’s figure was blurry, but he exuded a profound aura of being at peace with the world.

"Are you the rulers of the four holy places?" Ying Zheng's voice was flat.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects to you!" The four of them bowed in unison, their voices trembling slightly.

"Very good." Ying Zheng nodded slightly. "I don't like war, and I dislike meaningless sacrifice even more. You all saw the end of the Tyrant Empire. I gave you a chance, and you took it. That's very good."

He paused, looking over the four people.

"From today on, the four great holy grounds will be disbanded and assigned to the Great Qin Jiuzhou Palace. Your Palace Master is Xiao Yun... await his orders."

The four of them were shocked, but they dared not raise any objection. In the face of absolute strength, any struggle was futile.

"My lord, I obey your order!"

"Get up." Ying Zheng waved his hand. "I will give you three days to go back and sort out the handover. After three days, I want to see that in the Qingtian world, there will no longer be the name of the Holy Land, but only the Great Qin!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The four of them bowed again and slowly left the hall.

Looking at their departing backs, Ying Zheng finally curled up a satisfied smile on his face.

At this point, there was no force in the Qingtian world that could compete with the Qin Dynasty.

A truly unified, powerful and centralized empire was officially formed in his hands.