Capítulo 18: Chapter 18: What is Regret
Editor: Larbre Studio
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After leaving the Huaxia Palace, a white light appeared on Lin Qian and his companions, and they vanished instantly.
The Huaxia Empire, a world completely dominated by Lin Qian, allowed for effortless instant teleportation.
Additionally, he bestowed this ability on Zhao Long, Zhuge Ming, and the five legion commanders, allowing them to operate freely within the Huaxia Empire.
The next moment, before the towering capital, occupying a tenth of the region, the figures of Lin Qian and his companions appeared.
Countless tall buildings with flying corridors interlinked, intricate mechanical devices could be seen everywhere.
Within this mechanism-filled architectural complex, scholars walked to and fro, discussing unknown topics.
Upon seeing Lin Qian approach, they immediately ceased their discussions, kneeling on one knee, respectfully proclaiming "Your Majesty."
The Heavenly Art Department, in previous games, was the place for upgrading various technology trees.
Now, the Heavenly Art Department was also the technological core of the Huaxia Empire.
Initially, the primary task of the Heavenly Art Department was to restore the Huaxia Empire.
After establishing contact with Lin Qian, they took on an additional supreme task.
That was to study their majesty's physique!
Of the more than one hundred million scholars of the Heavenly Art Department, thirty million specifically focused on studying the condition of Lin Qian's body, controlling the feedback of nature's spiritual energy from the Huaxia Empire based on his every little change.
After returning to the Huaxia Empire, Lin Qian realized that the spiritual energy spewing from the vortex came from this enormous planet.
The reason his body was so strong was not primarily the cultivation technique of his master, nor the constant flow of spiritual energy.
It was the collective wisdom of the thirty million scholars of the Heavenly Art Department!
Of course, the Heavenly Art Department not only existed in the capital of the Huaxia Empire but also had branches across various continents and under the sea on the planet.
Shortly, Lin Qian and his companions arrived at an incredibly spacious building.
This rectangular building was exceptionally vast, accommodating over two hundred thousand people.
The Tactics Hall, in previous games, was where Lin Qian would gather military generals before battles to issue orders, lay out arrays in advance, and conduct reconnaissance.
Upon entering the Tactics Hall, Lin Qian looked up and saw bizarre mirrors, each several feet in size, silently floating in mid-air.
The mirrors' surfaces were smooth and clear, encased in interlocking metal rings of varying numbers.
"Tactical Mirrors, how nostalgic indeed," Lin Qian remarked, gazing up at those strange mirrors, a look of reminiscence crossing his face, followed by a cold sneer, "Daring to use a curse array to probe me, what a way to court death."
"Prime Minister, proceed."
"By Your command!" Zhuge Ming bowed to Lin Qian, taking three steps forward and gesturing, causing the strange mirrors to fly toward him.
Eight tactical mirrors circled around Lin Qian as Zhuge Ming gently waved his hand, and azure soul power surged into the eight tactical mirrors.
After traveling with Lin Qian to this world, everything in the Huaxia Empire transformed to align with it, and the power within all units became soul power.
Zhuge Ming no less.
"Skill shielding, tactical mirror enhancement." As Zhuge Ming spoke, two of the tactical mirrors immediately emitted azure light, passing through the blood-colored Soul Light on Lin Qian, adhering closely to his body's surface.
The azure light seemed to dress Lin Qian, preventing the blood-colored Soul Light from detecting any information.
"Tracking disruption skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Analysis skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Anti-tracking skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Anti-interference skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Effect counter skills, tactical mirror enhancement."
"Soul power counterstrike!"
With Zhuge Ming's final words, the azure light surged and pierced deeply into the blood-colored Soul Light.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound echoed, and the blood-colored Soul Light enveloping Lin Qian shattered like crimson crystals, dispersing into tiny red specks of light.
In a distant place, at the top of a high building, Fu Lao among the group stared at the blood droplet above the blood-colored array.
Seeing the twisted red light on the blood becoming clearer, his heart grew anxious, clenching his fists tightly.
"The young master must not be discovered. If things go awry, I can only abandon my cover among them to intervene and sabotage." Among those observing around the array, Fu Lao slowly approached, preparing to act.
Just then, within the blood-colored array, azure-blue light suddenly emanated, completely shattering the twisted red light on the blood droplet.
A powerful and terrifying backlash surged through the array, following the flickering red beam, and entered the body of the elder controlling the array.
"How could this be?"
The elder exclaimed, his words cut short as blood flowed from his seven orifices, his life force extinguished as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Buzz!
A tremor sounded as the blue light transformed into an illusory giant hand, grasping toward the dissipating red glow.
"Not good, the other side is probing." A middle-aged man next to the elder who had died violently shouted anxiously, crouching to strike a palm on the ground.
His powerful force erupted from his palm, shattering the ground, completely destroying the blood-colored array, while the blood droplets suspended in mid-air fell to the center of the ground.
Simultaneously, the azure light gradually faded.
Yet as it was about to vanish, the voice of a young man came from within.
"Though I don't know who you are, if you think of using such methods to probe me again, be prepared to continue collecting corpses."
With those words, the azure light also completely disappeared from the tower's top.
"Damn it, how is this possible?" One of the goateed elders shouted furiously, glaring at the dead elder with resentment, "Master Yan is dead, an excellent idea you all had, prepare to face the family head's wrath."
With that, the goateed elder swept his sleeves and left.
The middle-aged man who made a move also picked up his deceased master, Master Yan, leaving with a stern face.
The others exchanged glances, still unable to conceal their shock.
The one most stunned was Fu Lao; he initially believed the young master's position would likely be discovered this time.
Who could have imagined Master Yan would inexplicably suffer a backlash and die suddenly? And it all seemed to be the young master's doing.
"Could the voice just now have been the young master?" Fu Lao stared at the bloodstains on the ground, somewhat dazed, "The lady and the master's child seems quite extraordinary."
Huaxia Empire's Heavenly Art Department, Tactics Hall.
"Damn it!" Lin Qian's enraged shout reverberated through the Tactics Hall.
At this moment, several images were projected from the tactical mirrors, most depicting a man tortured beyond endurance in a water prison.
Lin Qian recognized that the man imprisoned in the water prison was his father.
These image messages had been extracted from the blood contained within the enemy's array.
"Your Majesty, according to intelligence gathered, their strength is exceptionally powerful compared to Your Majesty's current state," Zhuge Ming spoke as he approached Lin Qian. "Moreover, time was too short to ascertain an exact location, potentially affecting future plans to rescue the Supreme Emperor; Your Majesty, please hold me accountable."
Having said that, Zhuge Ming was about to kneel, but Lin Qian suddenly reached out and grabbed him, "The Prime Minister is not at fault."
"I will make them understand what it means to regret ever coming into this world."
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Capítulo 19: Chapter 19 Emperor's Decision
Editor: Larbre Studio
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In the empty bedroom of the Ye Residence in Bashan City, a young man's figure appeared out of thin air.
Although the spiritual energy in the Huaxia Empire was terrifyingly dense, cultivating in such an environment was not as beneficial as leaving it.
After leaving the Huaxia Empire, Lin Qian would return to the original location where he entered the Empire, and the Sky Trace would reopen.
At that time, the Heavenly Art Department would be able to accurately infuse spiritual energy into Lin Qian's body. The cultivation speed might not defy the heavens, but the cultivation effect would.
The cultivation technique Lin Qian practiced had also been modified by the Heavenly Art Department, led by Zhuge Ming, becoming the most suitable for him: the Emperor's Decision.
The Emperor's Decision was not static. The Heavenly Art Department would constantly adjust the cultivation technique based on the changes in Lin Qian's body and upload it to the database.
By then, Lin Qian would only need to open the menu that only he could see, summon the database text, and he could view it.
It could be said that Lin Qian's future cultivation would follow the perfect operation route most suitable for him.
Because he was the Emperor of the Huaxia Empire, he possessed a terrifying empire of absolute dominion.
It was something that no matter how talented the geniuses of this world were, they could compare with.
"Father, wait for me. I will definitely rescue you." Lin Qian sat on the bed in the bedroom, gazed ahead, took out a gold-patterned potion, drank the emerald-green potion in one gulp, and sat cross-legged to start cultivating.
The Immaculate Potion, after consumption, would grant Lin Qian a constitution immune to all poisons, preventing the previous situation with Liang Ren from recurring.
While refining the potion's power, allowing the effect of the Immaculate Potion to permeate throughout his body, Lin Qian also calmed his mind, immersed in cultivation.
Despite having a powerful and terrifying empire behind him, with an absolute loyalty influence due to the imperial aura talent,
His personal strength was still the most fundamental.
Besides, after increasing his strength, his physical body could endure more, allowing higher-level troops and generals to pass through the Sky Trace and be summoned by him.
With Zhuge Ming leading the Heavenly Art Department to develop substitute puppets that could allow the five legion commanders and himself to assist him through the Sky Trace.
Even though Zhuge Ming and the others could control their strength and power, their real realm level stood there.
Only Zhao Long, the growth-type general adjusted according to Lin Qian's strength, could freely control the level and shuttle through the Sky Trace.
This talent drove Zhuge Ming and the other five legion commanders mad with jealousy.
In the Dantian, the rotating white Sky Trace constantly spewed out spiritual energy precisely calculated by the Heavenly Art Department.
Above, the Cloud Sword and Thunder Night Sword floated quietly, washed by the soul power transformed by spiritual energy.
The fact of having dual Martial Souls was already surprising, and if people knew Lin Qian's Martial Souls had already stabilized within him, it might scare them to death.
Stabilizing Martial Souls was something only achievable when one's realm reached a very high level.
Lin Qian had not even ascended to the Nirvana Realm; none of his Martial Soul's first attributes had awakened, and yet they were already stabilized.
If this spread, it would surely scare people to death.
The soul power inside Lin Qian surged, and then the amount of nature's spiritual energy spewing from the Sky Trace drastically increased.
Faced with this sudden situation, Lin Qian was not surprised but instead fully operated the Emperor's Decision, impacting his body.
Under the surge of soul power, Lin Qian's realm advancement was as unstoppable as breaking bamboo, rapidly increasing.
An hour later, Lin Qian had already broken through to the Ninth Level Peak of the Shape Origin Realm.
Ordinary Martial Artists, when reaching this realm, might attempt to break through to the Nirvana Realm, but a genius like Lin Qian naturally aimed for nine rounds of Nirvana.
Moreover, Lin Qian was already in his second round of Nirvana.
The nine rounds of Nirvana, this method of cultivation, was only effective if broken through before the age of eighteen.
Before eighteen, even if one only completed one round of Nirvana to break through, it could positively affect the Nirvana Realm.
However, even if you completed nine rounds of Nirvana, breaking through after the age of eighteen when the body stabilized would not provide any enhancement effect.
Ye Xin, who was the same age as Lin Qian, completed nine rounds of Nirvana at sixteen, two years earlier than eighteen, highlighting her talent.
"Disperse!"
Upon reaching the Ninth Level Peak of the Shape Origin Realm, Lin Qian unhesitatingly detonated his Dantian soul power.
Instantly, Lin Qian's expanding aura, like a deflated balloon, rapidly weakened and shriveled, and his strength dropped to the First Level of the Shape Origin Realm.
When other genius Soul Martial Artists conducted nine rounds of Nirvana, upon the instant when soul power broke and scattered, it would greatly impact and stimulate their Martial Soul.
However, immediately following, most of this soul power, apart from nourishing the Dantian and meridians, went wasted.
But Lin Qian's situation was entirely different from theirs.
After the soul power broke and scattered, stimulating the soul, the spiritual energy surging from the Sky Trace again erupted with higher intensity.
The high-intensity nature's spiritual energy, colliding with the exploded soul power, drove it into Lin Qian's flesh and bones.
"Hiss..." Simultaneously, Lin Qian gasped for breath. Injecting soul power into his flesh and bones was like driving thousands of steel needles into his body.
In an instant, the intense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his clothes drenched with sweat, dull black blood mixed with impurities seeping from his pores.
During the first round of Nirvana, a similar situation occurred within Lin Qian, causing him to faint from the pain at that time.
Lin Qian, who had lived two lives, had a soul so powerful it gave him twin souls and a strong will. Even so, the pain made him faint, illustrating how terrifying it was.
To be the best, one must endure the hardest hardships.
Cultivation was certainly not comfortable. To become stronger, enduring refinement was necessary.
Lin Qian now had an unprecedented desire for strength, wanting to become stronger.
Because to rescue his father, he needed immense strength.
Behind the Sky Trace within himself, those living units, as their Emperor, if his strength was too weak, wouldn't it be too disgraceful?
Moreover, Lin Qian knew that only by becoming stronger could they pass through the Sky Trace and see the outside world.
They had already gained life and were no longer the virtual existences composed of data settings in the previous life's game.
Following him to a different realm, how could they not see the scenery of this foreign land?
As dawn broke in the east, Lin Qian, who had been meditating, opened his eyes, soul light bursting forth. His clothing, dirty and encrusted with blood, shattered, revealing a perfect, powerful physique imbued with frightening strength.
"Now, I truly live up to the name of the Young Emperor, don't I?" Lin Qian walked to the cabinet, took out a clean set of clothes, put them on, and simultaneously took a pristine cloak from the Sky Trace and donned it.
Above the Ye Residence's plaza, everything was restored as new. Bai Ren, who was ready to announce the Bashan Vortex Trial on the arena, closed his open mouth, unfolded a folding fan, and with a smile, left the arena.
The next moment, a handsome young man draped in a cloak arrived at the position where Bai Ren stood.
On the back of the cloak was a large "Wan" character, seemingly brushed with ink.
Lin Qian glanced around at the awe-filled gazes, his lips curling.
"The Bashan Vortex Trial begins!"
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