Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 704 - 353: Qin’s 72nd Generation

Memories of that Emperor once surged in his mind—The First Emperor, who unified the eight desolations and swept across the universe, erecting the Twelve Bronze Figures to contend with the Heavenly Court. He could still clearly remember that imposing visage.

Xu Fu tossed a gemstone into the air, muttered some words, and suddenly a dazzling light enveloped the entire city, under which a massive Array abruptly emerged on the great land of the city.

As the Formation lit up, a bronze illusory gate appeared above the city. Xu Fu flew into the air, let out a roar, and his white hair visibly turned to black silk, the wrinkles on his face also vanishing. Simultaneously, every creature in the city felt a powerful suction, as if their Life Force was being stripped away.

Many aged dozens of years in that instant, as time seemed to materialize upon them; numerous women, looking at their aged reflections in the mirror, let out cries of horror.

However, all was in vain, for to Xu Fu, these people were merely Pills to replenish his Life Force. Their fear, their lives and deaths, mattered not at all to him.

The now rejuvenated Xu Fu laughed heartily. Amid his laughter, numerous figures emerged from the darkness. An Onmyoji shouted in astonishment, "These are all world-renowned Ferocious Ghosts, gathering in the Capital City!" The words 'Hundred Ghosts Nightwalk' suddenly flashed in his mind; he had thought it merely a legend, never expecting to witness such an astonishing scene in his lifetime.

The Hundreds of Ghosts gathered, kneeling respectfully on the ground, showing their reverence to Xu Fu. Even the ambition-filled Ferocious Ghosts, at this moment, became as meek as lambs, their fear of Xu Fu profoundly etched into their souls.

A powerful aura emanated from Xu Fu, and a black Ceremonial Robe appeared on his body. In that moment, all the Ferocious Ghosts felt a tremendous pressure, the trembling and submission of their souls.

"After so many years, you have finally allowed me to wait for this moment, Your Majesty, do not let Xu Fu be disappointed!" Xu Fu whispered to the illusory gate.

As he spoke, the illusory gate slowly opened, and a bright light shone from inside the gate into the city, causing those who were wailing to become dazed.

It was as if they had seen the most magnificent being in the world, a person in a yellow robe suddenly appearing in their minds, compelling them to submit involuntarily.

The kneeling Hundreds of Ghosts grew even more fearful. They trembled and knelt on the ground; on this figure, they sensed a potent malevolent essence, the first time they understood what imperial authority was. It was a power that made their souls tremble and made them involuntarily want to submit.

The aura emanating from Xu Fu, compared to it, was like a Great Witch meeting an emperor, simply incomparable. If this aura had lasted a bit longer, the Hundreds of Ghosts might have fled, but regrettably, this aura was fleeting, and the figure quickly vanished.

"Haha, Your Majesty, you really died, you actually really died." Xu Fu suddenly burst into laughter, and as he laughed, tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

To him, the First Emperor was once his faith and also a deeply remembered enemy.

After a while, Xu Fu emerged from this intense emotion, glanced at the still-kneeling Hundreds of Ghosts, and with a smirk said, "Since that is so, I shall inherit your will and continue your unfinished endeavors!"

With a slight wave of his hand, Xu Fu walked into the gate with the Hundreds of Ghosts. The illusory gate slowly closed, and the red light enveloping the city also disappeared. However, what was left for the people was complete devastation, and many excitedly discovered that the Imperial Family, which had ruled this island nation for countless years, had been completely wiped out.

Thus, the oppressed families, in their ecstasy, began their own schemes; thus, an era of chaos had arrived, its duration unknown, nor how many would be swept away by the tides of the times.

On the other hand, when Ferocious Ghost stepped through the main gate, the scene before his eyes transformed, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by tall, dense trees. The sunlight was blocked by the lush leaves, making the ground appear incredibly gloomy.

Ferocious Ghost looked around but could not find Sun Shier and Rakshasa Princess; it seemed that stepping through that gate had randomly teleported them.

"I wonder where those fellows are now. I hope they are safe," Ferocious Ghost murmured softly to himself.

As he continued through the forest, the roar of a tiger reached his ears. Turning his head, he saw a vivid tiger springing out from the dense woods, its gaping maw rushing towards Ferocious Ghost.

Ferocious Ghost glanced casually, and in an instant, the tiger's advance halted. Fear filled its eyes, as if, in a moment, this young man had become the most terrifying entity in the world.

"Scram!" Ferocious Ghost said sternly, his voice tinged with impatience.

The tiger, once the proud King of the Beast of this forest, instantly became as docile as a kitten and obediently walked back into the woods without even the courage to look back.

"Heavenly Immortal above!" A young man in ragged clothes jumped out and began kowtowing non-stop on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Ferocious Ghost slightly furrowed his brows and took a closer look at the man, noticing his ragged clothes and gaunt figure that clearly showed he often suffered from hunger.

"I am not an immortal. Who are you?"

"My name is Wang Er, I am a hidden resident of these mountains, driven to live here because of the Imperial Court's oppressive policies. Had it not been for the immortal's help, I would have died in the tiger's jaws today," said Wang Er respectfully.

Hearing this, Ferocious Ghost couldn't help but think of the saying, "oppressive government is more fierce than a tiger."

"Which dynasty and which reign is this? Who is the current Emperor?"

A puzzled look crossed Wang Er's face, these were commonly known facts, yet why this immortal asked such things puzzled him. After giving it some thought, immortals can change seas into mulberry fields in a blink of an eye, perhaps in the time it takes to sleep, the outside world had changed dramatically.

"This is the seventy-second generation of the Qin dynasty, and the Emperor's name is Ying Xi," said Wang Er earnestly.

"The seventy-second generation of Qin!" Ferocious Ghost murmured to himself. Since he was searching for the First Emperor's Mausoleum, he had done his homework and naturally knew this was the First Emperor's plan; to be the First Emperor himself, with generation after generation of descendants, an endless reign. However, unfortunately, in the three realms, the First Emperor's reign only lasted till the second generation before the country fell and could not fulfill the First Emperor's grand dream.

Unexpectedly, in this world, it had actually lasted to the seventy-second generation and had not yet perished. Ferocious Ghost suddenly realized that this might be due to the Fortune and Destiny his master had once spoken of.