Understand.
Understand.
Every time she tried to understand Yan Dan on her own, Concubine Yan had once believed he was a man of grand ambition and lofty ideals.
Now it seemed—he was simply a pitiful insect, enslaved to his own ambitions.
Days of gathering less and more. She had truly had enough.
Even when she had been trapped in the ice, she never once expected the other party to come rescue her. She had only wished for him to be happy.
But when their daughter was left behind—he was still chasing that distant fantasy.
If one could not see oneself clearly, could not see the real world clearly—then he was nothing but an arrogant man.
Wei Zhuang was mad. But he at least knew when to advance and when to retreat.
Yan Dan did not understand. He would rather believe in the Mohists' foolish words and join forces with a group of losers. He wanted to subvert another's empire.
How ridiculous.
They didn't even know the terrifying scope of Ying Zheng's power. The other party could train countless soldiers overnight. Looking back at what these self-appointed saviors had been doing?
They believed themselves righteous.
But they did not know that the world must be united—and for a long time. Unification was inevitable.
Emperor Qin was cruel. But he still loved the people who obeyed him.
And now—he had been recognized by the gods. Becoming the ruler of this world was already a certainty.
"Blame... blame you for being a poor man who could not see reality...
Yue'er—I will take care of her. I will absolutely not let her suffer any harm.
You remnants of the Six Nations... sleep in history..."
A ray of tears slid down Concubine Yan's cheeks.
The flame in her hand condensed into a long sword. It pierced into Yan Dan's body.
And so—the Mo Family was destroyed. Although some remnants remained scattered, there would be no more storms from them.
When death came, Yan Dan did not understand why Concubine Yan would kill him. He did not realize the truth until he heard his daughter's name spoken.
Was it... for our daughter?
This was enough.
His consciousness was dimming constantly. He recalled the happy days of before.
If he had chosen to be alone—as ordinary people, would they have found real happiness living in seclusion?
The answer was yes.
But time could not go back.
Since he had chosen revenge, he had to accept this fate. From the moment he inherited the title of Mohist giant, his fate had already been sealed.
The only difference was in whose hands he would die.
In this battle, all of Jing Ke's children and the descendants of the Xiang family perished. The Mo Family was directly destroyed.
Ying Zheng's momentum reached an unprecedented magnitude.
A few days later, inside the Xianyang Palace.
Xue Nu and the others were brought back.
The Moon God stood before Ying Zheng and said: "Your Majesty, the people have been brought back, and the flea Yan Dan has also been dealt with!"
"Well. You did a good job. Have someone arrange seats for them..."
It is worth mentioning that after the Mo Family was destroyed, Wei Zhuang had taken the initiative to seek out the faith and request to join the Eternal God Cult. So he was among them today as well.
Li Si looked at everyone seated and said with a smile: "Now that the Mo Family is dead, the remaining forces will still need your efforts to eliminate them one by one. Mr. Wei—especially your subordinates—have now joined the gods. The strength is advancing by leaps and bounds. Remember to work hard."
There were regulations within the faith. Those who had contributed greatly could establish their own branches within the sect in the future.
For example: Eternal God Faith — Ghost Valley. For example: Eternal God Faith — the Yin Yang line.
All of this was possible. Ying Zheng supported them in doing so.
Wei Zhuang nodded slightly and said: "Subordinates will do their best to eliminate those remnants."
At this moment, Ying Zheng looked at Concubine Yan, who was sitting at the farthest end holding her daughter, and asked: "Concubine Yan, do you hate me? I can see that your daughter's eyes are full of hatred..."
"No, Your Majesty."
"In truth, you do hate me. And in truth, I am not angry about it. After all, you should hate your former husband far more.
But do you know something, everyone?
I hate Yan Dan even more than you do!
The country of Yan was destroyed. This villain hid in the shadows and hatched countless conspiracies. The empire was forced to spend enormous energy dealing with him. That manpower, those material resources—all of it was caused by Yan Dan!
And that giant of the Mo Family—after he was killed by you, Yan Dan was furious and cast you out...
What a villain. If it weren't for your help, he could never have sat firmly in Mozi's position. He had been using you from the very beginning."
Yue'er was stunned.
She had not expected there to be such hidden truths between her parents.
Hadn't the previous Mohist giant been said to have died at Wei Zhuang's hands? So why had her mother been the one to kill him?
The little girl raised her head and looked at her mother, only to find that the latter's expression was perfectly composed—which turned out to be a quiet acquiescence.
Wei Zhuang on the side sneered and said: "I've been carrying that black mark for a long time. He exploded to death and the blame was dumped on me. The death of the Mo Family giant was also thrown on my head. Truly a cunning Yan Dan..."
"Your Majesty has revealed the truth. Now that all the secrets are laid bare, I understand the full picture. When I was with him before—it was all lies. He always spoke of his great cause. Knowing full well he could accomplish nothing, he simply wanted to try.
Even if I hadn't killed the Mo Family giant, he would be nothing more than a homeless ghost by now."
Concubine Yan acknowledged Ying Zheng's words.
Strip away Yan Dan's gorgeous appearance and count all the mistakes he had made—he was nothing more than a delusional toad.
In his plan, had she also been assigned a role to be used?
Concubine Yan sneered inwardly. Even a little cold.
Relying on the Mohist school. Relying on a group of losers. Forming a so-called Avengers alliance.
Aside from the ridiculousness of it all, she didn't know what else to say.
"Well then. Today is a happy occasion. Your Majesty should talk about happy things."
Li Si interrupted the atmosphere with impeccable timing and steered the conversation elsewhere.
Ying Zheng took a sip of tea, looked at the sky outside the window, and smiled: "Now Zhao Gao is supervising the construction of the altar. It should be completed in about two months—using only my soldiers, with no need to conscript civilians.
And ah... after I make the sacrifice, I have only one condition.
That is to ask the gods to give immortal seedlings—so that Da Qin will never again endure starvation."
After listening to Ying Zheng lay out his ambitions, it was already an hour later.
When Xue Nu and Duan Mu Rong left, they wore different expressions.
Did they hate Ying Zheng?
No one could say they didn't.
But killing a group of people could save more people.
Was it good, in the end? Or still evil?
And even if Ying Zheng did not rule the world—would the world be peaceful?
The answer was no.
The Seven Kingdoms melee had been going on for a long time. Even without Ying Zheng, there would be others.
Hatred would slowly fade away.
Even if the two of them hated him, they could only keep it hidden in their hearts. Because before they left, Ying Zheng had already given his orders.
They were all goddesses now—including the Moon God—and would all be offered as living sacrifices to the gods.
The other party had no choice.
What choice did they have?
Concubine Yan took her daughter back to their room. The place where they lived had been specially prepared by Ying Zheng—a very clean palace, where all the goddesses were housed.
When the door closed tightly behind them—
Concubine Yan squatted down, stroked her daughter's stiff face, and said softly: "I'm sorry. Everything is my mother's fault... If you hate me, then hate me. Growing up will be painful..."
The little girl gripped her mother's dress tightly. Her tears kept falling. She sobbed and sobbed, and finally threw herself into Concubine Yan's arms.
She wept bitterly.
It took a long time before the crying subsided and she fainted from sheer exhaustion.
On the other side, inside the Quicksand stronghold—
Wei Zhuang had finally obtained the Divine Law and could not wait to begin practicing.
A mortal could already surpass himself through ordinary cultivation. So what would he gain by practicing divine methods?
Pure swordsmanship was no longer enough for Wei Zhuang.
When he entered the meditation space, countless seeds of cultivation techniques appeared before him. Originally, he had thought the method Ying Zheng gave him was the simplest.
But he had not expected the techniques to work in this way.
"Truly worthy of being a god's law—it really is magnificent..."
Wei Zhuang wanted to choose wind magic. But after a long period of observation, he finally chose the water system.
His sword was broken. The shark teeth were gone. But he could condense a water sword to kill. Water was invisible—it could kill invisibly.
After choosing his technique, Wei Zhuang's mind suddenly produced a one-step method. Then, under the action of divine power, he saw the shadow of the god for the first time.
That was an existence beyond his cognition entirely.
At this moment, Wei Zhuang finally understood why Ying Zheng's tone had always been so commanding.
With such support from the gods—unifying the world truly was easy.
"It turns out we really are just a bunch of ants..."
Wei Zhuang finally realized it. His entire being was sublimated.
Master. Brother. Friend.
All of it was too small.
Only the gods were eternal!
When Wei Zhuang woke, the true energy in his dantian had already condensed into a golden pill.
His strength had soared a hundredfold!
He gently made the gesture of drawing a sword.
Countless currents materialized from thin air, condensing into the shape of a shark-toothed sword.
"In front of this kind of power, everything is nothingness..."
Wei Zhuang stood up and walked out the door.
Looking up at the bright night sky, he steeled his heart.
The next day, a memorial was submitted before Ying Zheng.
It described in meticulous detail all the intelligence Wei Zhuang possessed—including every member of the Quicksand Organization and the locations of Zhang Liang and Han Fei.
At present, Hong Lian had already taken up residence in the palace.
The only person within the Quicksand Organization who met the qualifications to become a goddess was Yan Lingji. However, this woman answered to Han Fei's authority and was not under Wei Zhuang's command.
"Yan Lingji... That woman seems quite promising. Tell Wei Zhuang that his assassin organization may practice magic—but don't let me down. If the land of Sanghai cannot be won within two months, let him not have it."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The entourage departed with orders.
That morning, Wei Zhuang set out for Sanghai with his companion Bai Feng. And the people of the Yin Yang family began tracking down the remaining sinners.
At this time, Sanghai was in chaos.
No one in the Mo Family had escaped Ying Zheng's hands—this stunned the Anti-Qin Alliance.
Zhang Liang fell deep into thought.
"What do we do now? News about Wei Zhuang hasn't come through, and we have completely lost our eyes and ears."
Yan Lu looked at Zhang Liang, who reluctantly shook his head. When plans are always thrown into chaos, how could a mere mortal handle everything?