Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Chapter 1107 - 1111: Zheng He’s Departure

"Emperor Shang and Emperor Xia, having meritoriously served the human race, may select suitable Quasi-Saint inheritances to be bestowed upon them!"

"The nine protectors of the clan who brave fire and water for the human race may receive Quasi-Saint inheritances!"

"Six individuals, including the Master of the Ancient Hua Domain, the Master of the Azure Light Domain, and the Master of the Scenic Painting Domain, may receive Immortal Sovereign inheritances!"

"Torch Academy, as the supreme institution of learning for the human race, may distribute one thousand Immortal Emperor inheritances. I will establish a place of succession; as for the remaining inheritances, the Qin Dynasty may absorb them internally!"

The empty hall echoed with the voice of the Ancestor.

"One thousand inheritances?"

Guo Jia paused, surprised, and glanced at the Ancestor.

Before coming to the Ancestor Hall, he had prepared to evenly distribute fifty thousand inheritances to the Qin Dynasty and fifty thousand to the other human factions.

But to his astonishment, the Ancestor only requested a thousand inheritances.

"It’s enough!"

The Ancestor smiled and said, "Only the true prodigies of the human race are qualified to receive the inheritances of the sages!"

"As you command!"

Seeing this, Guo Jia said no more, respectfully bowed, and left.

"Only forty-nine years left!"

"This life has gone by so fast—so fast that I can’t witness the rise of the human race!"

"My kinsmen of the human race, I can’t protect you for much longer, but in my final days, I will choose a suitable successor!"

"He will be better than me, carrying the future of the human race, leading the rise of the human race..."

The Ancestor watched Guo Jia leave. Moments later, he touched the wrinkles on his face and said with resolute determination.

His life had come to its end.

And for him, the most critical task now was to smoothly complete the transition of supreme power for the human race before his demise.

Clearly, he had made his choice.

...

An hour later.

Guo Jia returned to the Qin Dynasty and reported the Ancestor’s allocation plan.

"Proceed as the Ancestor suggested!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Wudao paused, then commanded solemnly.

The Ancestor!

As the common leader of the human race, he had overseen several epochs without making any mistakes. His arrangement surely has a purpose.

Afterward, Qin Wudao took out eleven Quasi-Saint inheritances, six Immortal Sovereign inheritances, and one thousand Immortal Emperor inheritances, handing them to Guo Jia: "Dear minister, make another trip to personally deliver them to the Ancestor!"

"As you command!"

Guo Jia bowed and left the royal study.

In the time that followed, ministers like Wang Jian, Dong Zhongshu, and Li Jing all went to Endless Palace to enter seclusion.

Notably, they all received Quasi-Saint inheritances.

Thus, aside from the Quasi-Saint inheritances sent to the Ancestor Hall, Qin Wudao still had thirteen Quasi-Saint inheritances left.

As for the Immortal Sovereign and Immortal Emperor inheritances, Qin Wudao did not arbitrarily distribute them—he only took out one-tenth, giving them to the Ministry of Works, ordering them to create a secret realm for succession accessible only to prodigies who pass through.

Time flowed by.

Three months quickly passed.

To all forces in the myriad realms, this day was just an ordinary day.

But for the Qin Dynasty, it was extraordinarily significant.

Outside Imperial Capital.

Ten uniquely shaped celestial ships hovered, each three thousand zhang long and three hundred zhang wide, flat in design; from afar, they resembled battle swords.

On the celestial ships, hundreds of formations were arranged, and immortal light radiated brilliantly, emitting an endless sharpness that tore through the surrounding void.

In a trance, it appeared capable of piercing the sharpest substances in the world.

At midday, Qin Wudao led civil and military officials out of Imperial Capital.

Beside him wasn’t Prime Minister Zhuge Liang nor his personal guard Xu Chu, but the unnoticed Zheng He.

Today marked the day Zheng He would journey to the outskirts of the chaos world.

"Dear minister, exercise utmost caution on this journey!"

After stepping through the city walls, Qin Wudao stopped, turned, and instructed Zheng He.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty!"

Zheng He bowed respectfully, then, under everyone’s gaze, walked toward the celestial ship, footsteps steady, making his previously thin frame suddenly seem large.

To achieve what ordinary people cannot accomplish is to be a hero.

After a few moments.

Ten celestial ships broke through the sky, transforming into ten beams of sword light, leaving the Nine Provinces’ Great Thousand World.

"On this journey, I must complete the mission and find the Chaos Qi!"

Zheng He stood on the celestial ship’s deck, gazing at the shrinking Nine Provinces Great Thousand World, silently clenching his fists, eyes resolute, murmuring to himself.

Once the Nine Provinces Great Thousand World was out of sight, he turned to view the surrounding starry sky.

The once resplendent eighth celestial heaven had lost its former glory, now pitch-black, ravaged by time-space storms capable of collapsing and obliterating.

This starfield was already riddled with sunlight sockets.

His primary task was to retrieve the Chaos Qi to repair the eighth celestial heaven.

This also held implications for the future strategy of the Qin Dynasty.

...

Mortal World.

Dao Village.

In a rundown house, Cao Cao lay on a wooden bed, scars on his body scabbed over, having escaped danger, exuding a strong aura of life.

"Should be waking soon!"

Beside the bed, Huo’er sat on a chair, licking a sugar-coated hawthorn stick, occasionally glancing at Cao Cao, muttering to herself.

Indeed.

The moment her words fell.

Cao Cao’s eyelids fluttered, slowly opening, realizing he was in an unfamiliar setting, instantly becoming alert.

Until he spotted the harmless-looking Huo’er, he relaxed, gratefully asked: "Little girl, was it you who saved me?"

Upon hearing this, Huo’er pouted, remaining silent.

"Little girl, where is this?"

Cao Cao struggled to stand, walked over to Huo’er, and asked.

"By the rules, you can’t call me little girl; you must address me as Big Sister!"

At this, Huo’er said solemnly, her tone serious, though the sugar-coated hawthorn stick added a touch of humor.

"Big Sister?"

Cao Cao paused but didn’t get angry, ruffled Huo’er’s bun-shaped head, and with a smile, asked: "Little girl, where are your elders?"

Just as the words were spoken.

A piercing sound of a fist wind erupted.

Immediately afterward, Cao Cao saw a fist mark rapidly enlarging before his eyes, its speed immense, filled with the power of the Dao rules of Hongmeng, shattering the void, seemingly causing all matter to vanish.

Bang!

In an instant.

Cao Cao was struck, crashing through the house, colliding with the barrier several thousand zhang away, coughing up blood.

At the village’s entrance, there was a Dao tree.

Five shadowy figures sat beneath the tree, casting a glance at the flying Cao Cao, revealing a hint of pity in their expressions.

"Poor fellow!"

’Chaos’ shook its head and said.

"Rashness!"

The shadow at the outermost edge said, dressed in a black robe, speaking coldly.

Strands of overwhelming and surging destructive aura spread from his body, causing ripples in the surrounding void, enough to annihilate the star cosmos and subdue the heavens.

"Darkness, if you don’t speak, no one will mistake you for a dumb mute!"

At this moment, the shadow sitting on the other side frowned, expressing dissatisfaction.

She was the only female among the five, with short hair, her demeanor icy, emitting endless coldness.

Especially in her eyes, seemingly containing a boundless sea of blood, where endless life forms drowned, myriad worlds perished.