I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

The horizon of the ancient battlefield was filled with the figures of these war spirits, who stood silently, like an army waiting for her command.

Qin Yiyao's breathing became slightly rapid.

She could feel the immense power contained within each battle spirit, as vast as the starry sea!

What kind of strength does the ruler of a dynasty need?

Without a doubt, they must be at the peak of the Concept Realm. Although they have become remnant souls and cannot be as powerful as they once were, they live within the God Emperor's battle formation and are nourished by the authority of the gods to continue to survive. Therefore, even if their power has been somewhat lost, it should not be too much.

Their strength must still be ridiculously high!

Throughout history, countless dynasties have been embroiled in internal conflicts, resulting in numerous changes of dynasty and producing an immeasurable number of powerful rulers.

Looking around, Qin Yiyao saw that there were tens of thousands of these battle spirits. If this God Emperor's army were as easy to command as a human, she couldn't even imagine how magnificent it would be!

"You just said that I am the person you have been waiting for?"

Qin Yiyao narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, it's you."

The gazes cast by countless battle spirits were as scorching as lava, and she felt her whole body burning, as if the premonition of resonance was growing stronger.

Then she understood.

These battle spirits yearn to be driven, yearn to fight on the battlefield again, and yearn to use their remaining strength and will once more.

All the treasures in the town of Civilization possess spirits, including these battle spirits.

So it was they who decided to pledge allegiance to themselves.

Otherwise, Qin Yiyao knew there was absolutely no chance of gaining recognition and entering this strange realm called "Burial Emperor Plains," and she would even die the moment she obtained the God Emperor Battle Formation!

But why her?

She was extremely young, her cultivation was only at the Creation Realm, and her experience as an empress in a lower plane was utterly insignificant compared to the former powerful rulers of dynasties.

At the height of their power, the territories and people they ruled were beyond her reach.

"Seniors."

Although Qin Yiyao was not afraid of such a scene, she could not hide the biggest doubt in her heart.

Her voice echoed across the ancient battlefield, creating layers of reverberation.

"My cultivation is low and I am still young. What merit do I have to receive such kindness from you all?"

The leading war spirit remained silent for a moment, its ghostly fire-like eyes flickering.

"Cultivation level and age are not important."

The hoarse voice carried a barely perceptible hint of mockery, whether directed at Qin Yiyao or at his past self: "No matter what great feats or achievements you once made, they are all just passing clouds, meaningless in this Burial Emperor Plain."

"Your ability to set foot here is not due to your level of cultivation, nor to your past achievements."

"Because of the position you are born into."

Person?

Qin Yiyao frowned.

She recalled that she was unaffected by the divine power invoked by Qingyin, and the unusual "submission" of the divine kingdom's fortune to her.

Gu Ce had also vaguely mentioned that she had "some kind of fundamental connection" with the Wanchao civilization and the imprisoned Yunchao God Emperor... but it was hard to say exactly what kind of connection it was.

The imperial advisor seemed to know something, but Qin Yiyao knew he only had a superficial understanding.

The anomalies that Gu Ce could sense, these emperors who had fallen countless years ago could certainly sense as well.

but.

What is a person?

Without a doubt, this must have been the work of the Master. Otherwise, as a cultivator who ascended from the Origin Realm under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Dao Civilization, she would have absolutely no connection with the Myriad Dynasty Civilization, let alone the Divine Emperor of the Dynasty himself.

"I would like to ask you seniors, what exactly is rank and status?"

Qin Yiyao asked.

Since Gu Ce couldn't solve the problem, and neither can her current master, perhaps the God Emperor's army, who are loyal to her, can.

"Rank is the core of the gods of an era. You possess the rank of the civilization of ten thousand dynasties, and therefore you are qualified to become a god."

Upon hearing this, she was deeply shaken.

Become a god?

Is it really possible to become a god?

To be honest, Qin Yiyao had heard of everything, but she had never heard of anyone becoming a god.

Even the act of killing a god has been accomplished by some, but becoming a god is a feat that no one can prove to have succeeded in.

"Of course it's possible."

The War Soul said, "Rank is not something externally attached to you, but something you are born with. You are born to be the pivot of civilizations of all dynasties and the destination of the wishes of all living beings. Any petty person who dares to covet the power that belongs to you will surely meet a tragic end."

"This is God's will."

God willing.

Qin Yiyao pondered the word, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

She never believed in fate.

Everything she has achieved has been through hard work and struggle, but in this life after her rebirth, it seems that everything she thinks and sees has already followed a predetermined path.

From the moment she met her master, it seemed to have become her destiny.

It's less a matter of fate and more a matter of the Master's will.

At least it sounds somewhat pleasant.

"You don't need to think too much."

Another battle spirit spoke up: "When the time comes, you will know."

"At this moment, all you need to know is that the God Emperor's Battle Formation has recognized you. You are qualified to carry our fighting spirit and have the potential to lead our remnant souls to fight against the heavens again."

A clear, cold female voice rang out. It belonged to the Empress War Soul, dressed in palace attire and exuding a noble air. "Although you are still very weak now, your status is sufficient to bear this power."

"So what do you want me to do?"

Qin Yiyao calmed down and began to face reality.

Opportunities don't fall from the sky; these battle spirits must have something to ask for when they appear, for they are sentient beings.

"war!"

Countless battle spirits spoke at the same time, their voices suddenly rising a momentarily, carrying the killing intent of clashing swords and galloping horses!

"We are bound by the rules of battle; as long as our fighting spirit remains undiminished, our conquests will never cease!"

"I crave the battlefield, I crave to fight my last remaining life against a truly formidable foe, rather than to waste it here in vain!"

"Lead us into battle!"

As he spoke, thousands of battle spirits around him took a step forward in unison, and then a vast and powerful battle intent, as solid as a mountain, soared into the sky!

The leaden-gray clouds were stirred by this invisible fighting spirit, and faint flashes of lightning appeared.

The entire Burial Grounds seemed to come alive, and the scattered weapons emitted a low hum, as if responding to the call of their former master.

Qin Yiyao was at the center of the battle, and she felt her soul trembling.

The cultivation path within her body operated on its own, subtly resonating with the vast battle intent around her. It even gave her the illusion that, at her command, this army would crush any obstacle for her!

power.

A power that is terrifying, a power that would make the heavens take notice.

These thousands upon thousands of battle souls that have stepped into the Concept Realm, including many powerful beings at the Divine Lord level, will be used by her!

Are you excited?

Of course I'm tempted.

But Qin Yiyao wasn't blinded by this immense wealth; after all, she had received such riches many times before.

Looking at the pairs of soul flames burning with fighting spirit around her, she asked the most crucial question.

"So, what's the price?"

There is no free lunch in the world.

Using any treasure, even the worst kind, requires consuming some Dao power, no matter how much. And if a more powerful treasure is to be used by a weak person, even sacrificing one's life would be futile.

But what must be sacrificed to unleash such a powerful treasure of civilization?

Entering this strange realm and talking face-to-face with these battle spirits might not be anything special, but getting them to actually fight...

Qin Yiyao didn't think she could afford that price.