Ying Zheng turned his gaze directly to Su Han once again. Su Han remained silent.
However, after staring at Su Han for a long time, Ying Zheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain.
"What?" Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he withdrew his gaze.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized something... Perhaps the reason Su Han was shrouded in that faint mist was to protect the others in this space...
Even looking through the fog can affect us! What if we looked directly at it?
"Could this be... a real god?"
Ying Zheng recalled his previous guesses about Su Han's identity and fell silent.
If it is true that gods are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people... then it is understandable that myths have existed since ancient times, yet no true god has ever descended to earth. "However, judging from the strange atmosphere around here... this one doesn't seem to be a benevolent god."
"Excuse me, sir, may I ask you a few questions?" Stimulated by Madara Uchiha's murderous aura, Tony Stark's attitude immediately became much more serious. He vaguely sensed that this shouldn't be an illusion, but what if all of this was real…
So what is the mechanism behind the existence of this space? Is it a supernatural event?
Tony Stark suddenly wanted to laugh. He had spent his entire life researching science and technology, and was hailed as the most outstanding genius of his time, yet he had encountered supernatural phenomena because of a kidnapping? Should this be considered a good thing or a bad thing?
He even irresponsibly complained to himself: Could it be that Newton also encountered this phenomenon, which is why he turned to theology in his later years?
"Okay!" Su Han replied as always.
"Why am I here? What is my purpose here? How can I get back?"
Huang Rong gave Tony Stark a strange look. She had initially thought he was an arrogant, talkative, and somewhat clueless fool. But to her surprise, he had reacted so quickly and asked three questions that hit the nail on the head.
"Your presence here, and their presence here, is an experiment, a possibility."
Su Han said softly, "I've simply spread this possibility across countless worlds. As for why you're the one who appeared here? Perhaps it's just luck."
"This is a place of mist that exists beyond the endless world. As for whether you want to return... you can do so at any time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tony Stark vanished without a trace, clearly returning to the Marvel universe to scout out what was going on.
“Then… Ying Zheng.” Su Han wasn’t surprised; Tony Stark would be back soon anyway. He turned his gaze to the other person who hadn’t left and asked with a playful tone, “What do you want to know?”
"What can I possibly know?" Ying Zheng asked in a low voice.
"Most of what you want to know," Su Han paused slightly, "includes your future, the future of the Great Qin."
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Chapter 13 Qin's Moon, Five Thousand Years of Chinese History
Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha and Whitebeard remained calm. However, Huang Rong immediately covered her mouth. Qin Dynasty and Ying Zheng?
She subconsciously thought of someone—a figure in Chinese history she could never ignore—and exclaimed in disbelief, "You, you are Qin Shi Huang?!"
"Hmm?!" Madara's gaze sharpened instantly.
"Gurararara, looks like the little girl knows the newcomer. Are they from the same world?" Whitebeard chuckled. He wasn't particularly interested in the title "First Emperor," after all, as one of the Four Emperors of the New World, he ruled over quite a few kingdoms.
The emperor? He's long been tired of him.
"My subjects?" A look of surprise appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
“This is impossible no matter how you look at it,” Huang Rong said resolutely. “The era I live in now is called the Great Song Dynasty… while the Great Qin Dynasty was an empire from a thousand years ago.”
A hush fell over the scene. Uchiha Madara looked at Su Han in astonishment. While it was already incredible that Su Han could gather people from different worlds in the misty space…
However, this is different from bringing together characters from different timelines within the same world.
"So, does that mean I might see the deceased Hashirama Senju in this council in the future?"
Madara was unsettled, unsure whether he was excited and joyful, or panicked and angry.
Whitebeard, on the other side, was also lost in thought. Could the deceased Pirate King Roger have entered the Misty Dimension at some point in the future?
“…The Great Song?” Ying Zheng repeated the two words, then suddenly realized something, his expression turning cold. “What about my Great Qin?”
"The Great Qin..." Huang Rong opened her mouth, subconsciously glancing in Su Han's direction. Seeing that Su Han did not stop her, she cautiously said, "It was destroyed by the Han Dynasty... It perished after only two generations."
Ying Zheng remained silent.
He felt a chill run through his hands and feet; his emotions were beyond what mere anger could describe. His mind was even somewhat blank.
He proclaimed that his empire would last for ten thousand generations, but in the second generation it was replaced by a new dynasty.
How could that be? He established a perfect order for the Qin Dynasty. Even if his successor followed the rules, the dynasty shouldn't have perished in the second generation. Or perhaps…
"Have those remnants of the Hundred Schools of Thought really shaken the foundation of my Great Qin?" Ying Zheng gripped the back of his chair tightly, his heart filled with murderous intent.
He had changed his mind, initially disregarding the various schools of thought... He decided that upon returning, he would mobilize all his military forces to search the entire land for the remnants of those schools of thought.
He wanted to eliminate all enemies who might threaten the Qin Dynasty while he was still alive, leaving Fusu with a peaceful and clean empire.
"So, do you want to know about history?" Su Han asked calmly.
Ying Zheng was taken aback, a look of confusion appearing on his face. Wasn't history just about the Qin Dynasty being destroyed by the Han Dynasty? No... Ying Zheng suddenly realized that Su Han was probably referring to a detailed history this time.
"I want to know." Ying Zheng stared directly at Su Han, no longer caring about the mental pollution caused by the smog around Su Han.
“Equivalent exchange,” Su Han uttered four words.
Huang Rong, seeing Ying Zheng's somewhat puzzled expression, lowered her voice and reminded him, "It's about the cultivation method you control... or various kinds of techniques. The ability itself matters too!"