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The first sound came from above, it was very weak, but it was heard in Wei Ze's ears.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the sky made of night pearls suddenly shook, and a crack appeared in the middle, and there was nothing in the crack, as if leading to a bottomless void.

...wrong.

Wei Ze's eyes froze, and the golden baby's initial warning rang in his ears again.

——Don't shoot.

—You can't bear it yet.

——This world is not yet bearable.

So, is this what "unbearable" means?

Numerous small cracks began to appear everywhere in the space, the surrounding pearls were completely dimmed, and the golden mountains and silver seas shook uncomfortably.

"You..." Zulong's voice came, and the dragon god obviously noticed the changes around him, "What you said just now, is it true?"

In just one sentence, the shaking became more and more violent, until it became an earth shaking that swept across the entire space. The sky collapsed, the mountains and seas boiled, and the cracks in the ground opened hideously, and the shadows in the cracks seemed to lead to Jiuyou.

As the central map of mountains and seas undergoes changes, the outer space is naturally unavoidable.

At this moment, the entire hall shook, the mountains shook, the sand flew away, and the solid ground sank like quicksand. In the palace, the golden pillars, jade platforms and masts were smashed, and the embroidered doors and carvings were wiped out in ashes. This mausoleum world, which gathered the power of a dynasty, decayed into sand in a few breaths!

As Wei Ze felt, as Zu Long said, it was only a momentary effort, and this glorious dynasty world slipped into irreversible demise.

Because of his attack just now, the entire underground tomb space, this blessed world left by the whole country of the Great Qin Dynasty, shattered.

Above the space, Wei Ze stared at the scene of the sky collapsing and the ground collapsing, his pupils trembled slightly.

Now, he has fully understood the reason why Jin Ying prevented him from making a move.

It's not because his power is not enough to calm the external situation, on the contrary, it is precisely because that authority is too arrogant, if it is not released, it will be used, and if it is released, it will inevitably turn the world upside down.

It really is the supreme power. In front of his strength, this space is as fragile as a glass bottle, and it will collapse at the slightest touch.

This space is the last legacy of the Cultivation Dynasty, and now it was accidentally shattered by him, which means...

"You destroyed Daqin's inheritance."

Wei Ze turned around, facing those trembling long eyes.

He was bound and guarded here by the First Emperor, unable to leave on his own. Once the blessed land is destroyed, He will naturally be buried with him.

From the conversation just now, he already realized that he couldn't understand what Wei Ze was doing and thinking, and he couldn't understand why he just expressed his admiration for Daqin one moment ago and expressed his intention to keep him, but he didn't hesitate at the next moment to destroy it. Under the pressure, he couldn't ask Wei Ze any questions, so he could only accept this change.

Even though he was threatened with life and death just now, the dragon god was still able to maintain his superficial calm, but now, he finally showed his true emotions.

It's not so much a fear as a sadness.

Even though he was forced, he lived in this ancient tomb for a thousand years, and was with this last "Huaxia" seed. Even if this is just a phantom of death, you can get a glimpse of the magnificence of Daqin back then.

But now, that dynasty is about to die completely. The last surprise left behind in this world was destroyed before his eyes—and this was just an accident.

That dynasty imprisoned him for two thousand years, and finally died at this time. He was naturally elated, and let out a breath of evil that had accumulated for two thousand years. But at the same time, He will also serve as the tomb keeper and become the last funeral object of Daqin.

With a flick of a finger, the dynasty is turned into sand; the world is so big, but extinction is an irreversible way. But the final outcome of Great Qin is like this, anyone can't help but sigh.

But that's okay, he had already died two thousand years ago, and he has been living as a walking corpse until now, so it's a relief.

Zu Long let out a long sigh in his heart, and wanted to close his eyes to face death. But before he closed his eyes, he saw Wei Ze in front of him raise his hand again, and spoke in a deep voice.

"I free you."

The moment the words come out,

Bright white light surged from his body, submerging the world in the flow of light.

 …

chessboard.

The man lowered his head and glanced at the black general surrounded by a group of soldiers on the board. The soldiers surrounded the camp, and the generals in the camp had no space left and right. It could be described as a suffocating situation.

He watched the dead end for a long time, and then, the corner of his mouth hooked.

"Good job!"

Before the end of the game, the man actually laughed, honest and insolent.

"Dare to call soldiers into chariots and horses. In today's China, there are such juniors... so courageous!"

He laughed a few times towards the sky, then turned his eyes to stare at Xie Tianyang in front of him. Although he was suppressed by Xie Tianyang on the chessboard, he seemed to be staring at the young man with interest, looking playful.

"Breaking the rules and going against the sky, there are still such arrogant people today." The man smiled and said, "But the game still has to go. If you break the rules and win this game, what will the rules mean in the future?" Succession? If one person breaks the rules and the chess game is broken, how will the future people play?"

Xie Tianyang was slightly taken aback, but immediately continued: "If a rule is broken, then a new rule should be made."

"Really?" The man nodded, "So, are you really capable of setting the new rules now?"

Xie Tianyang choked on a word, and looked at the man with some abnormal eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Don't speak wild words. You are not the rule, you are just the general on the board." The man looked at him, "Who is it this time that pushed you to take this step?"

One sentence suppressed all the movement in the game, and Xie Tianyang looked at the opponent on the opposite side of the chessboard with determination - on the face of this defeated player, he could not see unwillingness or shame, but more... relief.

He opened his mouth a few times, but he hesitated to speak. Before he could organize his words, he saw the man suddenly raised his head and muttered in a low voice.

"It seems that the time has come."

The moment the words fell, cracks suddenly appeared on his body, like a stone statue that had been eroded for a long time finally collapsed.

It was also at this time that Xie Tianyang fully understood the true meaning of the chessboard - the two sides of the chessboard were generals. When they were drawn into this chess game, they had the same fate as the general on the board. When the pieces are broken, so are the players.

The gap expanded silently but quickly, and he was really like a thousand-year-old stone statue that slowly cracked and shattered. In the blink of an eye, his face and facial features were broken, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally lost."

As if some obsession had dissipated, the man lowered his eyes and murmured, "The army of Great Qin has finally lost."

Xie Tianyang was stunned by these words. He bet his life and finally defeated this ghostly opponent, but he only got this sentence?

But at this time he couldn't voice his doubts. Because the look on that face was so tired at this time, as if he had been fighting for a thousand years without resting, and now he was finally able to leave the battlefield.

"The veteran will fight for Daqin all his life, vying for the Central Plains and scrambling for spiritual veins, but looking back, what is left is nothing but a piece of dead body. What Daqin wants is the world, but why is the world called the world when the world is devastated?"

The man shook his head lightly: "As early as the beginning of the Great Qin's conquest of the Six Kingdoms, I had this doubt—is the request of the emperor really the truth in the world? Has the Daqin's way gone the wrong way?"

"But the emperor's prestige is beyond my reach. I can only fulfill my responsibilities as a courtier and hope that the destiny will give me an answer. If such a tyranny can make Daqin's depression, maybe it can also make the emperor change his mind. Not only look at the Central Plains, Also go and listen to the weeping of his wronged souls."

"However, what I have seen is that such a great Qin has always won many battles and victories. Thousands of innocent souls have exchanged for the splendor of Kyushu. Everything seems to show that the emperor is right, and only in this way can he win the final victory. But... "

When he said this, his expression was a little confused, and he stared at the chessboard in front of him, his eyes seemed to pass through thousands of years.

"I have seen young children exhausted and died in the march of thousands of miles. I have seen generals kill their concubines to feed their soldiers. I have seen excessive expropriation and hungry people eating each other. I have seen... what I have seen makes me unable to I don’t doubt the way of the Son of Heaven. If the way of the Son of Heaven is the way of heaven and earth, then I always look forward to the day when this world and the way of immortality can truly change...not only can it help the Son of Heaven become emperor, but also feed the common people .”

When he said this, he sighed softly, raised his head, and looked at the descendants on the opposite side of the chessboard after 2,300 years.

"Young man, how is the Central Plains now?"

"In today's China, is there still war? Will the common people die from corvee labor? Will beggars be frozen to death in the snow? Will the bones be buried under the Great Wall? Has food and clothing been measured? Do literati and Confucians have books to read? Has the current way of cultivating immortals... changed?"

Xie Tianyang was at a loss for words for a moment, and he stared at the long-dead thousand-year veteran. At this time, the dead man's eyes suddenly radiated indescribable heat, earnestly looking forward to the answer from the descendants.

For this day, he waited for two thousand years. As a general of the dynasty, he didn't even have the qualifications to become a Yin soldier.

In his later years, he had withdrawn from the imperial court and hid in the "university". After his death, he still kept his remnant soul by the side of the spirit weapon, waiting for the day when the way of the first emperor would be denied, and for the day when a new immortal way would appear.

And now he's waiting.

After a long silence, Xie Tianyang opened his mouth and answered with unprecedented seriousness.

"It's all changed." He nodded slowly, "No one will die for no reason anymore, and everyone can realize their ambitions. Now the way of cultivating immortals can be obtained by those who are sincere-this is the school I am in, this is The purpose of the school today."

"Really." The man smiled, and the crack at the corner of his mouth extended to his ears, "Then, do you dare to ask you the name of this 'school'?"

Thinking about it, he was already very tired. This lifelong veteran of the army sat alone at the chessboard for two thousand years, and finally ushered in the death he was looking forward to.

Xie Tianyang looked at the eyes that were gradually becoming chaotic, and pondered again.

"Kunlun University." He replied in a low voice, "The ones who taught me this are all Kunlun University."

"Kunlun University...Okay, I remember."

The man read these four words silently in a low voice, and smiled slightly.

"Then, I will leave it to you." He said, "Looking forward to you in future generations, the road ahead is open."

His figure gradually became illusory, with cracks all over his body, leaving only the smiling face hanging in the center, bursting into light spots all over the sky.

"Qin General Wang Jian, please leave first."

 …

 …

Xie Tianyang suddenly came back to his senses, there was no one on the other side of the chessboard. And the chessboard itself quickly became transparent, and the vertical and horizontal lines swayed up and down as if alive.

The breath of the battlefield came again, and a real army of thousands of horses stood up among the chess pieces on the board, with the sound of the collision of gold and iron, and the power of the entire space, they rushed towards him like a thousand troops.

As the sound of chariots and horses approached, Xie Tianyang raised his arms subconsciously to block, but he didn't expect that the soldiers and horses did not attack, but turned into a torrent a moment before, rolling into his hands.

He felt a burning sensation, as if he was holding a piece of coal in his palm. He squinted his eyes to see what was in his palm, but suddenly he felt his body sink, and his whole body seemed to be falling. When he regained consciousness, he was still standing on the bronze On the altar, only the bronze statue in front of him has been scattered into pieces.

He won the chess game, and because of this, the soul that was forcibly torn away also returned to his body.

He shook his head vigorously, suddenly remembered something, and quickly looked into his hand: in the palm, a black tiger talisman was shining with a deep light, it was the one he intended to snatch from the portrait's hand just now.

This is...

Before he could figure out the situation, a violent shaking threw him to the ground. Looking up, the surroundings were still surrounded by the scenery of the mausoleum hall, but the scenery was like falling leaves and withering, the wind and sand blowing towards his face, and the whole space was shattered.

Xie Tianyang's pupils trembled violently, no matter how daring he was, he couldn't help being terrified when facing such a situation suddenly.

But before he could make a move, he saw a burst of white light in his field of vision, and a familiar aura instantly enveloped the entire space, drawing all the figures scattered everywhere into the halo range, and then disappeared into the underground space in an instant.

 …

At the same time, people outside also heard the loud noise of the collapse.

An earthquake-like sound came from the direction of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. Dozens of executive vehicles on the driveway honked their horns in unison, and the piercing shrieks rang through the sky. The heavily armed crowd rushed down from the wide-open car doors, stood among the trembling traffic, and looked up.

In the direction of the imperial mausoleum in the distance, billows of dust and smoke rose into the sky, while the mountains rising under the smoke and dust were sinking.

Under that seal is the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. Now that the mountains are sinking, it means the collapse of that underground palace and the disappearance of a world miracle. This loss is immeasurable. As for the original search and rescue, there is no way to talk about it.

People on the side of the road panicked and took out their phones to report the sudden situation to their superiors. During the conversation, they used exaggerated words to describe how they saw the mountain crumble, but still no one thought that what they witnessed It's the end of a dynasty.

Fortunately, the site of the collapse is located in the suburbs, and the strong earthquake caused by the tunnel will not have a substantial impact on the urban area. What people noticed more was that the dark clouds that had accumulated over their heads finally began to rush down. Under the impact of invisible spiritual power, the clouds in the sky shone with golden and purple light, and they crawled in and out of the clouds, like living things, more like gods.

"Dragon! Dragon!" A few tens of kilometers away, someone pointed at the strange light in the distance and shouted.

Three minutes later, a torrential downpour fell on Ancheng City, washing the entire city, and it lasted only a day.

In the news bulletin of the day, "Ancheng Rainstorm" and "Ancheng Dragon Vision" were listed as the headlines. Many people thought that the Dragon King passed by and sprinkled heavy rain. In the era of spiritual recovery, this statement is not a complete joke. , Some people even seriously analyzed why the Dragon King came suddenly, and the most supportive statement was that he came to drink tea with his old immortal friends stationed in Ancheng.

Encouraged by this statement, many people held up binoculars to observe for a long time looking for traces of the "dragon", but they all returned in vain.

Unsurprisingly, this matter has become one of the resident materials for the strange talk about the recovery of spiritual energy, and many self-media have added extravagant hype to it. But in fact, what happened that day can be summed up in just a few words.

On June 3, it rained heavily in Anseong.

On the same day, Daqin perished.