"Lord Donghuang," the Moon Goddess, her face veiled and possessing an otherworldly and peerless grace, stood behind Donghuang Taiyi, the leader of the Yin-Yang School, her voice filled with surprise and doubt, "This altar created by His Majesty the First Emperor?"
"I understand the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai! The sacrifice to Heaven... But why have I never heard of the specific formation he used to perform the sacrifice?"
Donghuang Taiyi did not answer the Moon Goddess's question; it was more like he was talking to himself. His body was completely covered, concealing his face, but he stood ramrod straight, and his voice was neither male nor female, carrying a faint hint of doubt.
He truly couldn't understand this kind of thing, after all, much of the knowledge about incantations in the Qin Dynasty came from the Yin-Yang School.
While it's possible that the Qin Dynasty learned about it from others—after all, the Qin Dynasty conquered the world and possessed an incalculable number of treasured techniques—it's unlikely that the Yin-Yang School wouldn't have noticed anything at all.
This is very unusual no matter how you look at it!
Just as Donghuang Taiyi was deep in thought, his pupils suddenly contracted. For in his vision, a dazzling light was rising beside Ying Zheng. "What is that?"
"Protect the Emperor!" Zhao Gao's expression changed drastically, and all the Luo Wang experts beside him drew their weapons.
Before they could actually make a move, Tony Stark stepped out of the light first. After looking around, he suddenly laughed, "Don't you even recognize me? Want to make a move?"
Zhao Gao paused, then silently shoved the weapon back into place. The Luo Wang experts did the same. Zhao Gao stepped forward, a smile on his face, "I didn't expect it to be the Grand Preceptor in person."
“I’m not the Grand Tutor!” Tony Stark scoffed.
"His Majesty calls you a teacher of science and a great talent of the nation! And you have led the construction and technological progress of our Great Qin. It is only natural that I respect and treat you with respect!"
Zhao Gao smiled and spoke, though he wasn't entirely sure what Ying Zheng meant by "science." But he was aware of the changes taking place in Qin and Ying Zheng's trust in Tony Stark.
Of course, Zhang Sanfeng, who was also detained last time, was similarly addressed as the Imperial Advisor by Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng even wanted to formally bestow titles upon both of them. However, both Zhang Sanfeng and Tony Stark refused.
"Ying Zheng, to be honest, I'm still a bit surprised!" Zhang Sanfeng's figure also appeared. He gave Zhao Gao a deep look, implying something, "You didn't take my previous suggestion to heart at all."
Zhang Sanfeng's suggestion was naturally to get rid of Zhao Gao and Li Si, who were rebels against Ying Zheng.
"As long as I live, the world will never be turned upside down! Those with ability should naturally be put to good use." Ying Zheng did not look at Zhao Gao, his voice was calm, "Before he truly betrays me, I will give him a chance... If he really has that thought, no one can save him."
This is the magnanimity of the First Emperor—to eliminate someone merely because of future betrayal? He wouldn't do that. Because he knows there are far too many people in this world who want his life.
As long as he can use them now and he is confident that he can control them, then he will not take action against them for the time being.
Zhao Gao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He abruptly knelt on the ground and bowed his head to Ying Zheng. "Your Majesty... I am utterly loyal to you! You must believe me. I absolutely have no intention of betraying you! I don't understand why Grand Preceptor Zhang Sanfeng would speak like that and have such prejudice against me... I clearly have the utmost respect for him."
"...Shut up." Ying Zheng coldly uttered two words. Zhao Gao immediately fell silent, his body trembling, as still as a cicada in winter.
"Truly worthy of being called the First Emperor!" Huang Rong exclaimed.
Conan also appeared, adjusted his glasses, and looked somewhat complicated, but did not comment on it.
"Number 10...?" Ying Zheng's expression changed when he saw the last person.
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly sensed something was wrong, turned his head, and exclaimed, his pupils dilating, "How could this be?"
What appeared before them was not the mysterious incarnation of the evil god shrouded in mist for years, but a being that gave off a completely different feeling.
His specific form and face cannot be seen, because His whole body radiates pure and supreme radiance. He is like a great sun descending upon the world, sacred and transcendent.
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Chapter 183 Number Nine, Symbolizing a Radiant and Formless God (Fourth Update)
This was naturally Su Han. This time, he used the power of light to conceal his face, and his voice was gentle, "Hello... Due to some special reasons, Number Ten cannot come, so I will be here in his place."
"You can call me Number Nine, or you can call me Light... it's just a name or code, don't worry too much about the details."
The atmosphere at the scene completely froze.
"Number nine?" Ying Zheng remained silent.
Conan's eyes flickered. Number nine meant that this person's ranking was above number ten? Perhaps His strength was even greater than number ten's. But He was not an evil god.
This sacred feeling, perhaps it comes from a god or some other god in some world?
"The Speaker of the Council!" Conan sighed inwardly, though he had suspected it for a while. But seeing the evidence was a completely different feeling from just guessing.
Indeed, the Speaker of the Council is neither an evil god nor even a righteous god, but a being of a higher position, transcending both.
Zhao Gao calmly raised his head and glanced at Su Han, realizing that he didn't look human at all, and immediately fell to the ground in fright.
Wang Ben stared intently at Su Han, but after a while, he suddenly let out a muffled groan. He clutched his forehead, feeling a sharp pain in his head, and looked bewildered. "What happened? Why is this happening?"
It wasn't just Wang Ben; many others watching Su Han experienced the same problem. The experts from the Luo Wang network reacted quickly, as some of them had encountered this situation before. They immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Su Han.
"What is this?" Tony Stark narrowed his eyes. An attribute that was impossible to look at directly? This Number Nine actually possessed such an extremely special property.
“No!” Tony Stark’s gaze turned serious. He suddenly realized something. “It should be said that whether it is an evil god or a righteous god like this one, as long as they are true gods… they will all have similar characteristics.”
That would explain everything.
But pure light, and yet its face is indistinct? Could this guy's real name be the Radiant Faceless God? Tony Stark wondered to himself.
"So, aren't you going to begin the ritual?" Su Han's voice was gentle yet tinged with doubt. He gave off a completely different vibe than Number Ten.
Even when Number Ten tries to get close to them, he still occasionally displays a kind of inhuman distance. However, putting aside Number Nine's words and attitude, the light emanating from him is very comfortable, like basking in the sun.
"Almost there!" Ying Zheng looked up at the sky. "At noon, the sacrificial ceremony will officially begin."
Time passed slowly, and the right time arrived. A minister in charge of ancestral temple rites came forward, bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng, and then guided him to the sacrificial ceremony.