The Great Qin Immortal Dynasty: My Conquests Reach Across the Stars and Seas

[Ensemble Power Fantasy · Infrastructure Fanatics · Travel Between Two Worlds · Helping Qin Shi Huang Cultivate Immortality · Technological Supremacy Unifies the World · Mortal Armies Cross Worlds to Fight Celestial Demons]

Lin Yuan had spent ten years as a menial servant in the cultivation world. On the day someone kicked him off a cliff, he still had a useless sword in his hand, one too dull even to chop vegetables.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a wheat field outside Xianyang. A black banner, a six-horse imperial carriage, and inside it sat Qin Shi Huang, in the prime of his life.

Lin Yuan blocked the carriage, drew his sword, and watched a faint light glimmer along its blade. In the cultivation world, this was a basic Qi Refining technique. In Great Qin, it was a miracle.

Ying Zheng lifted the curtain and looked at him, his gaze like two deep wells. Lin Yuan dropped to one knee. His first words weren’t “Long live Your Majesty,” but “Your Majesty wants immortality. I can give it to you. But immortality isn’t the end. You should think about what to do once you’ve achieved it.”

Ying Zheng stared at him for a long time, then said, “Get in.”

From then on, Great Qin gained an imperial tutor, and the cultivation world lost a menial servant.

Ten years later, airships hovered over Rome, and spirit-stone fleets crossed the Pacific. Ying Zheng cultivated using the fortune of his entire empire, creating the Imperial Emperor’s Immortal Art. He became the true dragon of the mortal world, his lifespan equal to Heaven itself.

The sect leaders of the cultivation world finally came looking for him. Bearing the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, they demanded the method of crossing between worlds.

Lin Yuan opened the door. Behind him stood Ying Zheng, with a hundred thousand Immortal Martial Guards at his back.

“Let me introduce you,” Lin Yuan said. “This is Qin Shi Huang, First Emperor of Great Qin. He’s also my fellow cultivator.”

On the day Lin Yuan finally soared through the skies and departed, Ying Zheng sat on a ridge in a Xianyang field and tossed him a grain of wheat. “Remember to come back. I’ll always save you a bowl of wheat from my fields.”