The day Ying Yun was exiled to the Great Wall, the Emperor’s Sign-In System suddenly loaded. Signing in at White Emperor City granted him all of Bai Fa Xiongba’s cultivation; signing in at Xianyang Palace won him the Heavenly Court’s assassin organization.
By the time he had hidden the mermaid tears of the South Sea in Mount Li’s ley lines and planted the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace’s coral at outposts in the northern deserts, the entire territory of Great Qin had become part of a grand design spanning the heavens.
Watching the Pangu blood essence suddenly appear in Epang Palace, Ying Zheng sneered. “That Snow-Dragon Cavalry my son used to wipe out the Xiongnu… You didn’t borrow them from the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, did you?”
When Xu Fu knelt and begged to collaborate, clutching a manual on cloning technology, Ying Yun was loading quantum programs into the Twelve Golden Figures. “Father, that pill of immortality you wanted… is actually a ticket to chat with all the worlds!”
