This dark light could actually strike the soul directly. If it were the original Dragon Emperor, he might have been injured. However, Li Ling's soul was suppressed by the Qiankun World, which was far superior to Guo Ming's wisp of remnant soul.
The dark light had just entered the sea of consciousness when it was extinguished by a branch extended from the World Tree.
When Li Lingzhen killed Guo Ming, the great battle had entered its final stage, and a million undead were slaughtered by the undead army.
"You are all tigers and wolves of my Great Qin, who once pacified the six kingdoms, pacified the Central Plains, conquered the Baiyue in the south, and attacked the Xiongnu in the north, sweeping across thousands of miles without a single opponent..."
Li Ling, dressed in military uniform, stood on the Great Wall, looking down at the 100,000 elite Qin troops.
"Long live the Emperor!!"
One hundred thousand fierce soldiers knelt on the ground. Although their voices were uneven, their momentum was as powerful as a rainbow, like the sound of drums and gongs, echoing for miles around.
"Now the Central Plains have fallen, and the northern barbarians have ruled our Yanhuang nobility for over 270 years. This is a disgrace to our Yanhuang race. Today, I awaken you all to restore the former glory of the Great Qin..."
After a mobilization speech, Li Ling looked up at Wang Jian.
"Minister Wang."
Upon hearing Li Ling's call, Wang Jian quickly stepped forward.
"Your humble servant is here!" Wang Jian said respectfully.
"I hereby order you to lead 50,000 Undying Legions and march straight to the Central Plains from the north," Li Ling commanded.
"Your humble servant obeys the decree!" Wang Jian accepted the decree and rose.
"Meng Tian and Meng Yi, listen to my command! You are hereby ordered to lead an army of 50,000 to attack the Central Plains from the southwest. All those who are not of Chinese descent may be killed. After sweeping through the southwest, join forces with Wang Jian to pacify the Central Plains and establish unparalleled merit for the Great Qin!"
Li Ling stood on the Great Wall, his imposing presence impossible to look directly at.
"Your humble servants obey the decree!" The brothers Meng Yi and Meng Tian respectfully accepted the order.
"Soldiers, I await your triumphant return!" Li Ling shouted, looking down at his troops.
"I am willing to die for Your Majesty..."
The soldiers of the three armies accepted the order with a roar, their faces beaming with joy, showing no fear of battle whatsoever.
This is the difference between the Qin people and the modern Chinese. The spirit of the Chinese nation was emasculated by Confucianism as early as the Song Dynasty, and what has been passed down to this day is that it is used to flatter foreigners.
However, the Qin people were eager for war and their military style was fierce, which may be related to the Qin's military system based on military merit.
"General Yang, you shall accompany me to Mount Li!" Li Ling said to General Yang, who was standing beside him, after a moment's thought.
"promise!"
General Yang really wanted to go to the battlefield, since only on the battlefield could he have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions. But since His Majesty arranged it this way, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.
"Your Majesty, isn't the imperial mausoleum at Mount Li a fake?" General Yang asked curiously.
"Although it is a fake tomb, it contains my beloved and a treasure. I am going to awaken her now!"
When Li Ling spoke of "her," his eyes were filled with tenderness.
The Qin Emperor's Mausoleum at Mount Li is indeed a fake mausoleum, but it contains the remains of Gu Ziyun, who was reincarnated along with him, and also contains a treasure: the twelve golden statues cast by the Dragon Emperor.
The Twelve Golden Men are not ordinary golden men, but a set of peerless magical artifacts forged by the Dragon Emperor with endless effort, following the secret method inherited from the remnant soul of Chi You, and using the essence of Chi You's blood to fuse with the finest gold collected from all over the world, in the image of the twelve ancestral witches.
In the past, Chi You obtained the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witches and became the Thirteen Ancestral Witches. His own essence and blood contained the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Twelve Golden Men forged with his essence and blood thus contained the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
The twelve golden figures can automatically absorb the earth's turbid energy, continuously enhancing their own power. When combined with the supreme formation of the Witch Clan, the 'Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation,' they can unleash unparalleled divine might.
Unfortunately, the twelve golden statues had just been forged back then, and the Dragon Emperor hadn't even had a chance to use them before they were sealed by Ziyuan's curse. Now, however, it was up to Li Ling to demonstrate their power.
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At Mount Li in the Qinling Mountains, a massive army of five thousand men was stationed at the entrance to the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.
"General Yang, you take a few elites and follow me into the fake mausoleum. The rest of you stay put and wait!" Li Ling instructed.
"promise!"
General Yang respectfully accepted the order and immediately selected ten elites to follow Li Ling into the fake mausoleum.
In the Dragon Emperor's memory, there was naturally a way to open the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.
After entering the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the group passed through a long tunnel and arrived at a bronze gate.
Two thousand years have passed, and the bronze door is now covered in rust.
Li Ling swiftly reached out and drew a drop of blood from between his eyebrows, flicking it onto the bronze door.
"Snap!"
A metallic scraping sound rang out, and the bronze door slowly opened, with a faint light emanating from behind it.
As soon as the bronze door opened, Li Ling stepped inside first.
"hiss!!"
Upon stepping through the bronze gate, General Yang and his entourage gasped in astonishment at the sight inside.
With mercury as the sky and fist-sized luminous pearls as stars, the entire underground palace was like a dream.
On the Mercury River floats a bronze coffin. After two thousand years, the bronze coffin is still brand new, with no trace of time left on it.
It should be known that mercury is a precious metal, both in modern times and in ancient times more than two thousand years ago. Yet Your Majesty has been so extravagant as to use mercury as a river.