Da Qin: Conquer all heavens and all realms

"Wherever our human race is, that is heaven!"

"All the heavens and the worlds, obey my command——"

"Rites, music, conquests, all come from the Son of Heaven!"

"The Son of Heaven, that is—I!"

Ying Zheng's voice, like the first decree of the creation of the world, was no longer a simple energy shock, but had transformed into the most fundamental law of the universe, imprinted in every inch of the void, every wisp of chaos, and the blood of every living being.

As the voice fell, the entire star field, which had been shattered by the war between heavenly punishment and humanity, began to undergo unprecedented changes.

The broken star fragments did not annihilate, but instead began to regroup under the pull of a gentle yet powerful force.

The broken space cracks were stitched together by countless golden threads composed of Qin Law runes and restored to their original state.

The gray sky was completely washed away, and replaced by a warm and bright light, as if it was lit by the will of billions of living beings.

This light does not belong to any god, it only belongs to "man".

In the center of this light, Ying Zheng's figure was infinitely magnified, yet appeared extremely real.

He was no longer the Human Emperor who needed to transform into a dragon to resist the heavenly punishment; he was the will of the world itself. His every breath resonated with the lives of all beings in the universe.

He slowly descended, and under his feet was no longer the void chaos, but a set of ancient and solemn nine-level jade steps condensed by countless laws.

Below the jade steps is the Great Qin world that has just recovered from the test of life and death.

On the Tianwen Platform, all civil and military officials, as well as thousands of soldiers, knelt down in unison, shouting slogans that shook the world.

"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"

This voice gathered into an unparalleled torrent of faith, which was injected into Ying Zheng's body, echoing with the galaxy behind him composed of the will of all living beings, laying the most solid foundation for his newly born position as the "Emperor of Heaven".

He walked down the jade steps step by step. With every step he took, the void beneath his feet gave rise to a new and wider territory.

It is no longer a material space that mortals can understand, but an extension of the law and the prototype of "heaven".

He returned to the Tianwen Terrace and sat back on the imperial throne, which symbolized the highest power in the world.

However, the imperial throne at this moment is different.

It is no longer just a throne on earth, but the new power center of the heavens and all worlds.

Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the ministers below who were in tears of excitement, and across the distant mountains and rivers of the Qin Dynasty that had just been incorporated into the territory of the "Heaven" and was bathing in the glory of new life. Finally, his sight penetrated the barriers of space and was cast into the depths of the eternal and unchanging chaos - the Hall of Ten Thousand Daos.

He knew that the fall of the Emperor of Heaven did not mean the end of the war.

On the contrary, it was just the beginning.

The end of an old era and the beginning of a new era, and the transition between the old and the new is often accompanied by the most intense pain.

There was deathly silence in the Wandao Hall.

The Lord of Kaitian sat cross-legged on the giant axe with his eyes closed, as if in meditation, but the nascent law on the axe blade was trembling slightly, revealing his inner unrest.

The whisk in the hands of the Supreme Taoist Lord stopped moving.

The wisp of smoke ceased to linger, as if time had frozen at that moment. His face was expressionless, but a hint of unprecedented solemnity flashed in his deep eyes.

The chanting of Amitabha Buddha came to an abrupt halt, and the golden-bodied Arhat's eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to see a glimmer of opportunity for change in Buddhism from this ending that subverted common sense.

For the first time, the sword in the hands of the Master of the Way of the Sword let out a low, mournful cry. It wasn't fear, but rather a kind of excitement and trembling that came from the sword's heart, having met its equal.

They witnessed the whole process.

They saw that a mortal race, with "ordinary" as its foundation, "people" as its strength, and "law" as its rules, forcibly pulled the supreme concept of "Heaven's Way" off the altar and branded it with the mark of "human".

This is no longer simply going against the will of heaven.

This is at the "Creation of Heaven".

Ying Zheng did not destroy the Heavenly Dao, he only completed the "acquisition" and "reorganization" of the Heavenly Dao.

He retained the basic functions of the Heavenly Dao in maintaining the operation of the universe, such as the movement of stars and the changing of the seasons, but deprived the Heavenly Dao of its supreme "divine power" that had the power of life and death.

He returned this power to the "human world".

From then on, the heart of heaven is the heart of man.

God's will is the will of the people.

What a terrifying and yet great idea this is!

"My fellow Daoists," the Supreme Daoist Lord slowly spoke, breaking the silence. His voice remained calm, yet it carried a hint of indescribable complexity. "Did you see that?"

"I see." The Dao Master Kaitian responded in a low voice, "He...he took a path we never imagined."

"Using all living beings as fuel, I ignite the fire of civilization. With the fire of civilization, I forge an immortal body." The Lord of the Sword Dao's voice was filled with fighting spirit. "This path, while overbearing, is also... the way of the sword! Using a mortal sword, I can sever the head of a god. How exhilarating!"

Amitabha sighed, "Well done, well done. One thought can make you a Buddha, one thought can make you a devil. Is this Ying Zheng's action a way to save all living beings and achieve Buddhahood, or is it too deep an obsession, leading him to the devil's path? We still don't know. But one thing is certain: from today on, all beings in the three realms and six paths are equal, and Buddhism may usher in an unprecedented era of prosperity."

"Equality?" a cold and arrogant voice rang out. It was Apocalypse, the chief deity of the Western Divine Realm. He had been silent until then, but now he couldn't help but speak, his eyes flashing with golden lightning. "That's nothing more than charity from the strong to the weak! How can a mortal man sit on the throne of Heaven? How can he command the heavens? How can the gods of Orinth submit to a mere... mortal?"

His words represented the voices of a large number of old gods.

They are born gods, with noble blood and innate divine power. They are used to being worshipped by mortals and used to being high and mighty.

Now, a mortal not only does not worship them, but instead wants to rule them. This is a complete denial of the foundation of their existence.

"Hmph, a frog in a well." The Sword Master sneered, "You only see his 'mortal' side, but fail to notice the millions of 'people' behind him. The power of one person may be insignificant, but the combined power of millions can change the world. Your so-called divine power is but a firefly's flicker in the face of such will."

"I disagree," another Dao Master, the "Green Emperor," who represented the laws of nature, said slowly. "Heaven's laws operate according to their own laws: survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak. This is the truth of the universe. Ying Zheng is forcibly distorting all of this with 'law' and 'order.' It appears fair, but in reality it stifles the fighting spirit and talent of all living beings. If this continues, the heavens and myriad worlds will lose their vitality and become stagnant. This goes against Heaven's will and will be punished by Heaven!"

"Heavenly punishment?" The Supreme Daoist Lord asked, "He is the new Heaven. So where does the Heavenly punishment come from?"

The Wandao Hall once again fell into a heated debate.