Chapter 193 Li Changsheng’s plan to campaign for the Human Emperor [Please subscribe]

But he said.

Just when the group members received the mission and downloaded the dungeon together, Li Changsheng arrived at the Prehistoric Continent.

Time is long, heaven and earth are eternal.

Time is a very magical thing, enough to drown many truths, leaving only a few legends.

It can erase all history, but it can also heal all pain.

The years are long, and the blink of an eye is billions of years.

More than 10,000 years have passed since the Lich Calamity, and the human race, which was almost exterminated, is now as prosperous as smoke.

In the past, there were only over 100 million human beings. After more than 10,000 years of development, the total population has increased more than 300 times, reaching over 30 billion.

The human race has become stronger and stronger.

The human race now stands firm in the prehistoric world and has become the well-deserved protagonist of the world.

A tribe is like the stars in the sky, with its ancestral land as the center, blooming in all directions, and spreading all over the ancient continent.

It's just that talents have emerged from generation to generation in the human race, and each has led the way for hundreds of years; the names of ancestors have been passed down to all people, but it is no longer new!

The three human ancestors have not shown their faces for many years, and the Immortal Father has become a clay and wood sculpture in the ancestral temple.

Even the first generation of human race elders have gradually become legendary beings, living in seclusion in the human race's ancestral land.

"Human race, this is the human race!"

Standing on the Nine Heavens, Li Changsheng overlooked the ancient continent and looked at the human tribes, feeling filled with emotion in his heart.

Some of these tribes may be as large as three to four thousand, or as small as two to three hundred, or as small as four to five hundred.

They have a clear division of labor between men and women, and they make a living by hunting, fishing, and gathering.

Everyone works at sunrise and rests at sunset, working together and sharing food together.

They have no concept of family marriage, free union, and no etiquette of parents and children.

There is no calendar, no knowledge of farming, no medicine, no writing, nothing.

Except for knowing how to practice, they are no different from the primitive tribal societies on the earth.

This kind of human race can only be called animals that stand and walk, but it is far from being called a civilization.

Writing is the key to civilization!

It’s no wonder that the saints talk about educating the human race.

Rather than educating, it is better to say that it is guiding the human race towards civilization.

"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are the beginning of human civilization!"

"However, must the Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan clan be the three emperors of the human race?"

"Humph, I just don't follow the routine!"

"Since Heaven has destined that the human race will have three emperors born to suppress the fate of the human race, then this is what I will do."

Standing on top of the clouds, a flash of light flashed in Li Changsheng's mind.

At first, this sudden thought startled him.

But soon, Li Changsheng calculated it over and felt that it was extremely feasible.

If it doesn't work well, it can still achieve eternal merits for the human race and escape the fate of being controlled by the saints of heaven.

This will bring many benefits to Li Changsheng.

"That's it."

After some calculation, Li Changsheng made up his mind.

He opened the chat group, ignored the chats of the group members, and looked at the countless world coordinates in the background.

World name: Daqin

Timeline: Thirty-Seventh Year of the First Emperor

Location: Dune Zhangtai Palace

"Let's go!"

After confirming the time, place and person, Li Changsheng's spiritual thought entered this world.

During the 37th year of the First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty, Zhangtai Palace in Shaqiu.

The First Emperor made five eastward tours, starting from Xianyang, passing through Wuguan, along Danshui River, Hanshui River to Yunmeng, then eastward along the Yangtze River, passing Qiantang, climbing Mount Kuaiji, offering sacrifices to Dayu, carving stones as a souvenir, and returning to the sand dunes.

After returning, the First Emperor Yingzheng fell ill and felt that his end was approaching and his time was running out.

He quickly summoned Zhao Gao, the magistrate of CRRC, and ordered him to write a will to prevent any eventuality.

"Cough cough cough"

After leaving the edict, the First Emperor kept coughing, taking in too much air but not exhaling too much, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

He began to recall his life.

From the moment he became conscious, he was a hostage of the Qin State in the Zhao State and was humiliated.

After finally growing up, he was taken back to the Qin Kingdom. Within two years, he suddenly received the throne from heaven, and at the age of thirteen, he became the king of Qin.

From then on, he started a legendary life.

He deposed Prime Minister Lu, executed Lao Ai, and destroyed Cheng Xi, and initially took control of the military and political power of the Qin State.

Swallowed the six kingdoms, abolished feudalism, established prefectures and counties, unified the world, and established the Qin Empire.

Unify writing, currency, weights and measures, collect illegal books from the six countries, unify thoughts, and realize the unification of culture and thought.

Attack the Xiongnu in the north, conquer Baiyue in the south, build the Great Wall, Chi Road and Ling Canal;

His achievements surpassed those of the Three Emperors, and his virtue defeated the Five Emperors. He named himself the First Dragon and the First Emperor!

Such a life is a legendary life, a brilliant life, and a life destined to go down in history.

But for the First Emperor Yingzheng, it was an imperfect life.

He has not yet completed his thousand-year achievements, he has not suppressed the remnants of the Six Kingdoms in Yunei, he has not conquered the South Vietnam and the Northern Barbarians, nothing.

He was unwilling to die like this, but there was nothing he could do.

Even if he is rich and powerful, he is still no different from ordinary people in the face of death.

"I am not willing to accept it"

With endless unwillingness, Ying Zheng's consciousness fell into darkness.

If nothing unexpected happens, his consciousness will be completely wiped out and his soul will return to the underworld.

but.

"Buzz"

A ray of light, bright and bright, soft and upright, appeared in Ying Zheng's consciousness.

As if the world was created, Ying Zheng's dim vision was able to see things, and he murmured.

"I am not dead. Is this Hades?"

The next moment, amid the endless light, a figure slowly descended from the sky.

Although this person's clothes are not very gorgeous, his long black hair is naturally hanging down, his expression is calm and composed, and his temperament is spotless, as if he were a banished immortal descending to the mortal world.

"Immortal. Are there really immortals in this world?"

Seeing the figure approaching, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with fire.

At the first glance, he recognized that this was a real immortal.

In his later years, the First Emperor was obsessed with seeking immortality and asked Xu Fu to lead 3,000 boys and girls out to the East China Sea. He has not returned yet.

He also sent people to search famous mountains and rivers to ask for immortal masters, but found nothing.

Now, as he was dying, he saw the immortal he had been searching for but could not find.

"Ying Zheng, Pindao is the eldest son of the Holy Father of the human race!"

Li Changsheng stood with his hands behind his hands, looked at the dissipating soul of the First Emperor Ying Zheng, and spoke calmly.

As his self-report account seemed to trigger feedback from heaven and earth, Ying Zheng naturally came to a realization.

The prehistoric world, the lich measuring calamity, Nuwa creating humans, the Immortal Holy Father, etc. The information that came with the Taoist name was engraved in Ying Zheng's mind.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

Feeling the majesty of the world, the majesty of heaven and earth, and the supremacy of the Holy Father, Ying Zheng burst into tears.

"The descendant of the human race, surnamed Zhao Zheng, pays homage to the Holy Father of Immortality!"

After coming back to his senses, Ying Zheng prostrates himself on the ground with a passionate expression, and bows respectfully to pay homage.
To be continued...