Chapter 122: Chapter 122

A clear and bright youthful voice rang out.

Su Yan stepped through the air, a smile on his face.

“Cousin, I, Su Yan, possess nothing of great value.”

“This sea of fire in the sky is my gift to you!”

“May you burn eternally, never extinguished, illuminating the Nine Heavens!”

Hearing this, Su Zheng’s face lit up with joy.

The disappointment he’d just felt from having no family present instantly vanished.

“Hahahaha! Good! Very good!”

Su Zheng was overjoyed.

Then, from the horizon, two more figures slowly arrived, one ahead of the other.

One was imbued with sword intent—his entire being like a sharp, icy sword, surging upward toward the heavens.

“The Third Swordmaster offers congratulations to cousin!”

“Wherever Great Qin’s blade points, none shall stand in its way!”

Su Yang landed beside Su Zheng, his sword intent lingering.

“The Sixth Slayer of Heaven salutes his cousin.”

A domineering figure arrived from the heavens, his build vast and solid, like the earth itself.

“Cousin, I don’t have anything valuable to give you.”

“But I wish to descend into the mortal world.”

“I wonder—could the First Emperor grant me a place to stay?”

Su Chensha looked seriously at Su Zheng as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Su Zheng’s eyes lit up slightly.

Su Chensha had only recently been promoted to the clan’s titled sequence.

He’d heard of the profundity of Dragon Gate Peak—most could not take ten steps before being halted forever.

Yet Su Chensha had traversed it and was personally acknowledged by the patriarch.

His strength and destiny were undoubtedly extraordinary.

A man wanting to join Qin—how could Su Zheng not be thrilled?

“Great Qin shall certainly have a place for you, cousin!” Su Zheng replied.

Aside from Su Changsheng and the missing Su Buku, all members of the Su Clan’s titled sequence had come to bear witness—this delighted Su Zheng greatly.

“Su Changsheng, that guy, even at a time , is still hiding out at home. He really is…”

Su Zheng complained half-jokingly.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t talk behind my back…”

A dull, wooden voice rang out. Su Changsheng walked over, dragging someone along in his hand.

He then straightened his face and said solemnly, “Congratulations to cousin!”

“So… your gift is… a person?”

Su Zheng looked at the man in Su Changsheng’s grasp with interest.

“Ah… you mean this guy.”

Su Changsheng looked down at the young Daoist in his hand, shrugged slightly, and said:

“I saw this little Daoist on the way here—his cultivation wasn’t bad, and he kept muttering about Great Qin and national destiny.”

“I did a quick deduction and, well… there might be danger.”

“So I just grabbed him along the way.”

Su Changsheng said this with great seriousness.

“Take a look—see if you’ve got any enmity with him. If you do…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but his gaze dropped slightly.

Even the slightest danger—a one-in-a-million chance—was something Su Changsheng could not accept!

Yet the little Daoist wasn’t flustered at all as he looked at Su Zheng.

“Your Majesty the Qin Emperor, I am Yu Fu, a traveler of the Daoist sect. I come today on behalf of the Daoist path…”

Before Yu Fu could finish, Su Zheng directly interrupted.

“You came to suppress my nation’s fate too?”

Su Zheng’s voice carried a trace of amusement.

“No! I wish to serve in the court! To assist the Emperor!”

“I beg for the First Emperor’s grace!!”

The young Daoist spoke shocking words.

“The Daoist sect… has entered the world?”

At that moment, a small monk who had been almost forgotten suddenly spoke.

All eyes were drawn to him.

From the moment the old monk made his move, to his eventual death and transformation into a śarīra, this little novice had never said a word.

This naturally piqued Su Zhou’s curiosity.

And off to the side, Su Chensha seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

His eyes locked tightly onto the little monk.

“You little baldy, my master once debated with your grandmaster!”

“Our Daoist sect believes that Great Qin can rule the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.”

“Thus… our emissaries wish to enter Qin and assist the Emperor!”

“The Buddha says: The nation’s fate must not be disturbed…”

The little monk shook his head slightly.

Yu Fu sneered coldly, “What in this world remains unchanged forever?”

Listening to the two juniors debate, Su Zheng’s eyes turned deep and thoughtful.

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The Eastern Daoist Gate reigned over the Eastern lands, its influence not inferior to the Buddhist realm.

These two mighty forces each governed one of the Ten Earths, always aloof, taking oversight of the world as their duty.

Now, Buddhism entered the world to destroy Qin—while Daoism descended to assist Qin.

Looking at the Emperor’s Road, it was more complicated than he had imagined.

But since he intended to devour the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he would naturally accept all rivers—any capable person, all loyal ministers—all would be welcome!

“Very well. You may join my Great Qin!” Su Zheng suddenly said, cutting off the two’s debate.

“Many thanks, Your Majesty!”

The young Daoist turned into a cloud of smoke, escaping Su Changsheng’s grasp, and bowed slightly to Su Zheng.

Then, his eyes shifted, and he looked sinisterly at the little monk.

“Your Majesty, shall I kill this bald donkey for you?”

Facing Yu Fu’s gaze, the little monk remained calm.

“You cannot kill me.”

“Only Heaven’s Mandate can take my life…”

The little monk spoke flatly.

Yu Fu glanced at Su Zheng.

Seeing no objection, he instantly struck.

In an instant, countless laws surged like flowing light, striking directly at the little monk.

But the monk neither dodged nor resisted.

Letting the myriad laws fall—yet none touched even a strand of his robe.

It was as if those laws could never strike him.

The little monk even reached out, trying to touch the killing blow—

But the laws collided with another law and vanished in midair!

All dispersed. Nothing remained.

It was as if the world itself was protecting this little monk.

This bizarre phenomenon made all those present change expressions.

Only Su Zhou gave a faint smile, as if he had seen through something.

“I told you… only Heaven’s Mandate can kill me.”

“And I… am Heaven’s Mandate!”

The little monk spoke without joy or sorrow, as if filled with some kind of absolute confidence and certainty.

“Oh? Only Heaven’s Mandate can kill you?”

Su Zhou’s calm voice rang out.

His gaze locked onto the little monk.

The moment their eyes met—

The monk’s previously calm eyes were instantly replaced by panic and fear.

“Th-this… impossible!! Y-you… you are…”

In the monk’s eyes, Su Zhou walked the world yet was not bound by it.

The Dao he comprehended, the law he wielded—all came from within himself.

Three thousand Great Daos resided in his body—he was a world unto himself.

In other words—he was Heaven’s Mandate itself!

He was Heaven. He was Law. He was Dao!!

Such an existence… had never been seen across ancient, present, or future times!

If he wished to kill the monk—there was only one outcome: death. Nothing else.

“Honored one… who are you really…”

The little monk’s voice trembled.

This being, who upon birth pointed to Heaven and Earth, proclaiming “I alone am supreme under Heaven!”

At this moment, was trembling with fear.

What he had prided himself on was being a fragment of Heaven’s Mandate—One of the shards of Luotian—specifically, the Merit Fragment.

Though Luotian had committed grave sins, he once protected the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Thus, his merit was immense. Though his sins remained, his merit also existed.

Su Zhou looked at the little monk and smiled faintly.

Before he could say anything…

In the next instant, the monk dissipated like dust in the wind.

His Buddha soul shattered—returning to the Buddhist path.

Seeing this, Su Zhou wore a strange expression.

I didn’t even say anything… and the brat fled through self-destruction?