Chapter 29 Destruction of the Family
Ying Zheng took a step forward and his figure disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already in the underground palace, under the bronze coffin.

The entire mausoleum was extremely silent. Huikong had already hidden in a corner with his three disciples, not daring to make any sound for fear that Ying Zheng would notice them.

Looking up at the bronze coffin, it was the first time that Ying Zheng experienced this perspective.

Two thousand years have passed and the poles have reversed!

He came out and Zhang Daoling went in.

"The blessing from the Heavenly Official and the favor from Heaven and Earth, what about your so-called destiny?" Ying Zheng looked at the silent bronze coffin and spoke softly.

There was silence in the bronze coffin.

Zhang Daoling has now become autistic.

He really couldn't understand why the Heavenly Official was invited to come down to the mortal world by Ying Zheng.

The universe has no thoughts; it is made up of all things and operates according to its own rules.

The ancient gods came into being in response to the times. They were part of the authority of heaven and earth transformed into entities to better manage the three realms and ten directions.

Although the ancient gods are independent individuals, they are also the dispersion of the will of heaven and earth and the embodiment of authority.

According to the prophecy of destiny, Ying Zheng will die and the Qin Dynasty will fall.

As the Heavenly Emperor who is in charge of destiny and commands emperors, he should have executed the order, so why did he bless Ying Zheng?

Is not this contradictory.

You want people to die and the Qin Dynasty to perish, but in the end you come down to bless them.

I am so... blind!

At this time, Zhang Daoling really wanted to question the Heavenly Official.

You are blind! That is Ying Zheng!

Two thousand years ago, he was destined to die.

Why do you have a bad memory?

Zhang Daoling was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Your Majesty, can you tell me why you can ask the heavenly officials for blessings?"

"I fought for it!" Ying Zheng said calmly.

Although the blessing from Heaven was given by the system, if he had accepted the destiny and died like that, then even if the system was activated, he would have been a dead man.

Hearing this, Zhang Daoling fell silent again.

After another moment of silence, Zhang Daoling continued to ask:
"Your Majesty has already ascended to the throne of God?"

He knew that Ying Zheng would be extremely powerful after he came out of the coffin.

But he didn't know to what extent.

"Just half a step away." Ying Zheng said calmly.

According to the power division of the three realms, he took a step beyond the chasm when he was born and became an existence that surpassed the limits of zombies.

If a cultivator on earth can cross the five realms, he can ascend to the upper realm.

There are eight categories of zombies. The highest level is the one whose bones do not turn into flesh. They can exist forever in the world and their bodies will never turn into flesh.

And after surpassing the state of immortality, one can also be called a god!
The only difference between them and the so-called gods is the position.

"Sure enough..." Zhang Daoling sighed.

He also understood that the so-called half-step difference meant that one already had the power of a new god, but did not yet have the corresponding position of god.

As he expected, when Ying Zheng came out of the coffin, he had surpassed the limits of a zombie, transcended the state of incorruptible bones, and became a god-like being.

If he had not entered the imperial mausoleum that year, he would have ascended to the upper realm by now, and might even be a new god.

Zhang Daoling is not bragging, his qualifications are unmatched in the world.

When he entered the mausoleum, he had already reached the realm of heaven and man. He had reached the limit of the five realms of cultivation in the human world.

If he had not come to Mount Li that year, perhaps everything would have been different.

At this moment, Zhang Daoling seemed to feel a little regretful.

This had never happened in the more than 1,800 years since he entered the imperial mausoleum.

Feeling Zhang Daoling's mood, Ying Zheng raised the corners of his mouth. He came just to make this ancestor of heaven feel frustrated!
Simply grinding bones and scattering ashes could not make Ying Zheng feel at ease.

He's not a murderer.

The most comfortable thing is to punish someone's heart.

"The founder of Taoism, the Taoist Master Zhengyi, are you ready to say goodbye to your past identity?" Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and stared at the suspended coffin. He wanted to pay back double for the two thousand years of suppression.

Zhang Daoling's face changed. Are they going to train him into a zombie?
Ying Zheng waved his hand and the bronze coffin slowly fell down and followed behind Ying Zheng.

Then he raised his right hand, and all the coffins in the underground palace seemed to feel some kind of call, and they took off into the air and flew towards the mausoleum.

At the same time, in various palaces in the imperial city, the remains of Taoist ancestors were grabbed by Ying Zheng through the air.

There were countless Taoist ancestors in the underground palace, but only the many Heavenly Masters from Mount Longhu were guarding the middle gate, which triggered the corpse transformation.

The rest of these people are still fine.

The remains were placed in a bronze coffin, and Huikong and the three monks from Jinshan Temple were also stuffed inside.

Ying Zheng walked out of the mausoleum, followed by dozens of bronze coffins hanging in the air.

"This is..." Zhang Daoling was a little confused. He didn't understand what Ying Zheng was going to do. Wasn't he going to train him into a zombie?
Is this to take them out?
Huikong and a few others hid in the bronze coffin, their faces full of panic, but they did not dare to shout, for fear of angering Ying Zheng and being killed directly.

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On the outskirts of Mount Li, the old Taoist priest and others stayed there. Even though the strange phenomena in the sky had all dissipated, they still did not dare to approach the imperial mausoleum.

"The phantom that just appeared in the sky...what was that? A god? Isn't that something you guys made up?" Jiang Shan looked at the old Taoist priest and asked.

Compared to the birth of Ying Zheng, the shadow of the statue of the Heavenly Official shocked Jiang Shan even more.

Although there are strange things and practitioners in the world, these things are still within the scope of understanding.

But are the gods in the legend real?

Emperor of Heaven!

This god, who has been worshipped by the people of Dragon Country for thousands of years, is not a fictional one?

If it really exists, then why has this world allowed mortals like them to develop freely for thousands of years?

“Maybe some of them are fictional, but the gods we worship are all passed down from ancient times. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen one with my own eyes.”

"Before this, no one had ever seen the ancient gods in person. Our sects, which have been passed down for thousands of years, each only have a few records." The old Taoist priest spoke slowly.

Regarding ancient gods, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all have their own records.

He, Zhang Daoling, the founder of Longhu Mountain, received the "Zhengyi Mengwei Lu" from Laojun, which led to the establishment of Zhengyi Taoism.

"Why didn't you report it before?" Jiang Shan asked with a frown.

Regarding matters concerning the gods, none of the various sects have ever reported to the authorities.

The existence of gods can influence the world order.

"Because we have no way to prove that the ancient gods really exist." The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly.

What does it matter whether they report it or not?

There's no way to prove it.

“Not everyone is the First Emperor…” The old Taoist looked towards the imperial mausoleum.

Ying Zheng has exceeded his imagination.

For thousands of years, his Taoist sect has been worshipping the Emperor of Heaven every day, and when performing rituals, they would also offer sacrifices to the Three Officials to show respect.

But even so, the Three Emperors never appeared once.

But now, Ying Zheng can ask the Heavenly Official for blessing with just one word.

No wonder they start to doubt their lives.

Jiang Shan fell silent after hearing this.

He understood what the old Taoist priest meant. Although these sects all had records about the ancient gods, they could not produce any evidence.

No one has seen it.

"So now, can we still talk to that person..."

"Uh..." The old Taoist priest opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.
The leaders of other sects also looked around and did not dare to respond.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Jiang Shan knew the answer.

"Sigh..." Jiang Shan sighed deeply.

"Lao Jiang, it's not that we don't want to help, but... the gap is too big. That person can ask the Emperor of Heaven to bless him with just one word!"

"Hongyun Qitian, within this year, no one wants to go against the First Emperor unless it is necessary!" The old Taoist priest slowly explained.
“I’m afraid even the gods would have to avoid him!”

"What blessing is that? Is it so powerful?" Jiang Shan looked at the old Taoist priest. He merely knew about the gods but did not understand them.

"The Three Officials are second only to the Jade Emperor. They were born with heaven and earth. The Heavenly Officials control the destiny of the world and command all the emperors in the sky!"

"His blessing means that the world loves you. The blessed people are called the sons of destiny in today's terms." The old Taoist priest explained.
"Don't you Taoists worship a lot of gods and immortals? Can't you invite one?" Jiang Shan looked at the old Taoist priest with suspicion.

The First Emperor, even in his zombie form, could ask the Heavenly Emperor for blessing. You, the orthodox and famous people, can't do that? Are you kidding me?

"For thousands of years, no one has ever heard of anyone being able to invite gods to come down to earth. Only today did we see the First Emperor invite the Emperor of Heaven to come down with just one word." The old Taoist priest replied.

If it were possible, they wouldn't have been so worried about Ying Zheng coming out of the coffin.

Zhang Daoling had many predecessors and sages in his time, and they would not use their fate to trap themselves in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor for their entire lives.

It not only intimidated the First Emperor, but also intimidated themselves.

While everyone was talking, Ying Zheng also walked out of the underground palace.

The bronze coffin also saw the light of day again along with Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty!" Many soldiers looked at the bronze coffin behind Ying Zheng. They could all feel that the people lying inside were the Taoist priests who guarded the tomb back then.

"Your Majesty, please issue an order. We will immediately destroy the Taoist traditions passed down by these Taoist priests guarding the tombs!" Many soldiers knelt on the ground and begged for orders, looking at the bronze coffins with murderous eyes.

If it weren't for these Taoist priests guarding the tomb, he wouldn't have stayed in the underground palace for more than 1,800 years.

Ying Zheng raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up, then slowly said: "Everyone, please be at ease. I have something more important to entrust to you. I will personally go and pass on the Taoist tradition of these Taoist priests who guard the tombs!"

After lying down for more than two thousand years, it’s time for him to stretch his muscles!

Anyone who has been locked in a bronze coffin for two thousand years would want to move around after coming out.

Also to vent some of the anger that had been suppressed for two thousand years.

Hearing this, many generals stopped talking and stood still, waiting for Ying Zheng's order.

Glancing at the soldiers present, Ying Zheng issued an order: "All soldiers, listen to my orders!"

"Here!" One hundred thousand soldiers responded.

"You may now set out to garrison at Mount Tai. No one may enter Mount Tai before I arrive!"

This is the real thing he has to do. After dealing with these Taoist priests guarding the tombs, he will go to Mount Tai immediately.

"Yes!" No one asked the reason, they just needed to follow the order and do it.

The army formed a battle formation in an instant. Ying Zheng opened his mouth and spit out a ball of evil energy that turned into a cloud, carrying away 100,000 soldiers.

"Get rid of the Taoist sects behind these people within one day, and then go to Mount Tai to be deified. After that, I will get all the system rewards, and then I can fight against the heaven!" Ying Zheng glanced at the dozens of bronze coffins behind him and murmured. He wanted to eradicate all the sixty or so Taoist sects within one day.

Then rush to Mount Tai to be deified!

This is related to his growth in strength.

With his status as the first emperor, he has transformed into a corpse. Although he has surpassed the limits of zombies, he can only be called a demigod!
Because Ying Zheng has no deity status.

The demigod is the most powerful person on earth, but he is still far from being able to fight against the heavens.

There are limited positions in the world, one less means one more. Even if you have great luck, there is no extra position for Ying Zheng.

There are only two ways for Ying Zheng to become a god.

Either kill an ancient god, replace his throne and take his authority.

Hunting ancient gods is too risky, not to mention that it is not certain that an ancient god can be found in the entire human world.

The second method is to use the great luck or national fortune to bless oneself and become a god.

When he unified the six kingdoms in the past, Ying Zheng took the titles of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and called himself the First Emperor. Who in the world would not recognize him?
He has the ability and confidence to proclaim himself a god.
.
Before that, he had to vent the anger in his heart!
Thinking in his mind, Ying Zheng casually raised his hand and a bronze coffin appeared in front of him.

Inside the coffin was Huikong, the abbot of Jinshan Temple.

"Then it starts with you!"

"Zhang Daoling, watch carefully. The world is in eternal darkness, and the disasters that have plagued the practitioners are all caused by you! This is not my intention, and everything is caused by you!" Ying Zheng waved his hand, and endless corpse energy spread out.

The entire world fell into darkness, and then began to spread, swallowing up the light between heaven and earth.

Zhang Daoling in the bronze coffin could suddenly see the situation outside clearly.

Watching the darkness invade the world, he opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

To put it in today's terms, he was the one who started the rumor.

Ying Zheng took off into the air and flew quickly towards Jinshan Temple.

One kill, Jinshan Temple!

Ying Zheng flew in the air, and wherever he passed, darkness spread and dark clouds gathered.

……

The old Taoist priest and others looked at the endless darkness from afar, but they could do nothing.

"Don't worry about what the higher-ups say?" The old Taoist looked at Jiang Shan.

If Ying Zheng were allowed to kill without restraint, no one in the world would be able to stop him.

"Well... the electricity bill for the past few days has been paid by the government." Jiang Shan looked at the darkness that was spreading rapidly in the distance, hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"?" The old Taoist priest looked at Jiang Shan with a question mark on his face.

"Double!"

Old Taoist Priest: ...Do you think you are humorous?

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Outside Jinshan Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, Ying Zheng slowly descended, followed by dozens of bronze coffins.

That scene frightened ordinary people who wanted to go up the mountain to worship the temple so much that they stood there in shock.

"Then...how did that person fly down?!"

"So many coffins are flying... Am I still asleep?"

With the arrival of Ying Zheng, darkness also came!

The sky is filled with yin energy, covering up the light.

The sky suddenly changed from day to night, and the crowd became even more panicked and at a loss.

One by one they took out their cell phones to call the police, and the braver ones started recording Ying Zheng directly.

……

Ying Zheng took a step forward and came to the gate of Jinshan Temple, then pushed the door open and entered.

With every step, the sound was like a roaring wave hitting the shore, shocking the hearts of the many monks in the temple.

"Who are you? How dare you be so presumptuous in this pure Buddhist land!" A group of monks guarding the temple rushed out.

These people have been practicing in the temple and have never seen Ying Zheng.

Seeing that he was covered in corpse gas and there were dozens of bronze coffins following him, they simply thought he was weird.

"I'm in a hurry and don't want to chat." Ying Zheng stretched out his hands, grabbed the heads of the two monks, and then squeezed them hard, knocking them together.

The force exploded, and before the two could even say anything, the light of life disappeared from their eyes.

"Go!" Seeing this, the other monks widened their eyes and rushed towards Ying Zheng together.

Ying Zheng stretched out his right hand and grasped the fist swung by someone, then pulled it back, put his right palm together as a knife, and chopped his throat with a hand knife.

"Uh...! Uh!" The monk moved his lips but no sound came out.

Without waiting for the others to react, he threw another punch, piercing the remaining monk's chest.

Ying Zheng withdrew his right hand, shook off the blood on his hand, and slowly walked into the Jinshan Temple.

Two old monks came towards them, with fear on their faces and very fast steps, as if they had seen Ying Zheng on the live broadcast.

Don't give him a chance to speak.

Ying Zheng's right hand had already been placed on the shoulder of one of the old monks and then shook it.

The monk's eyes became dull, and then he fell face down.

"Your Majesty...we, we can talk..." the remaining old monk shouted loudly.

"I'm only here to kill people!" But Ying Zheng had no intention of talking at all. He came here to kill people, not to preach Buddhism.

He raised his hand, grabbed the old monk's clothes, and then threw them to the ground beside him!
The whole earth shook, and the old monk was thrown into a puddle of mud.

These two were the only two elders left in Jinshan Temple. Their strength was second only to Huikong, but in Ying Zheng's hands, they were as weak as ants...

After lying in the bronze coffin for two thousand years, Ying Zheng now just wants to move around a bit, using only his pure physical strength.

This kind of flesh-to-flesh bombardment vented the depression that had been pent up in Ying Zheng's heart for two thousand years.

If he wanted, he could kill all these people in a single thought.
But there is no such smooth flow of punches hitting the flesh.

……

Ten minutes later, at the foot of Jinshan Temple, Ying Zheng wiped the blood from his hands:
"Next stop, Longhu Mountain!"

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