Peace Order

Chapter 1847 - 92: Emperor! (End of Volume)

They could only stay here.

No one knows how much regret and disappointment filled their hearts.

Now that Prince Qin has claimed the throne, all the pent-up frustration in their hearts was swept away, leaving only indescribable satisfaction, an unparalleled sense of exuberance, but in such circumstances, intelligence reports came from the front.

Yuan Shitong only glanced at the report, and the smile on his face froze.

The report contained just a simple sentence.

[Divine General Gao Xiang has moved]

In an instant, a chilling atmosphere arose.

Divine General Gao Xiang, the true number one Divine Shooter.

In the joint battle to execute the Great Khan in the Central Plains, he pierced through the Great Khan’s Dharma Form and disrupted the connection with his Qi Fortune, causing the Great Khan’s Qi Mechanism to stagger for a moment, after which he was simultaneously killed by Li Guanyi and Military God Jiang Su.

This Divine General may not be the strongest on a frontal battlefield.

But he certainly could greatly heighten the threat posed by Military God Jiang Su.

In his youth, Gao Xiang was as close as a brother to Jiang Wanxiang, but later they fell out; he once vowed never to stand alongside Jiang Wanxiang, pursuing him on the battlefield, and now that Jiang Wanxiang is dead, Divine General Gao Xiang finally steps onto the battlefield of this chaotic world.

Yuan Shitong and Xue Tianxing both knew the fearsome nature of this Divine General.

They also knew that with Gao Xiang supporting Jiang Su, his strength would reach unpredictable levels.

Their faces showed a ponderous expression, and at this moment, the second part of the intelligence report from Changfeng Building arrived, detailing Li Guanyi’s national title, honorific title, and era name.

For a moment, the exhilarating news of Prince Qin’s ascension and the threat posed by Divine General Gao Xiang’s engagement arose simultaneously in the hearts of Yuan Shitong and Xue Tianxing.

One joy, one worry, the world roiled like a storm, subtly signaling an impending sense of tumult.

They looked at the intelligence report.

Using the old titles, Li, known as Guanyi, will establish the country as called—

[Qin]!

The beginning of all things, a great start.

Era name established as — [Beginning]!

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Amid deep autumn, already entering winter, Prince Qin Li Guanyi ascended the throne, claiming the title of emperor.

The world shook, with the emperor’s majesty and achievements sung far and wide; even an old shopkeeper in Huichun Hall within Guan Yi City brought out his best wine and drank himself into a stupor for several days with the pudgy tavern owner.

If not for the headache upon waking, it would have been exhilarating.

Praise and acclaim echoed from all directions, chanting long live the Emperor.

After concluding the simple yet dignified ceremony, Li Guanyi avoided everyone and returned alone to the courtyard where he was accustomed to residing, which was Murong Longtu’s courtyard.

In Grandpa’s courtyard, there was an old tree where Murong Longtu had carved a wooden sword years ago; after countless springs and autumns, it gained Spiritual Charm, becoming the Divine Weapon Dragon Map.

Li Guanyi sat under this tree, lifted his head to gaze at the stars and moon in the sky, where faintly one could hear laughter and celebrations. Before the great battle commenced, people were taking a brief respite due to recent events.

He felt this was a good thing.

They were seeking Li Guanyi, but Li Guanyi himself hid away.

He held a jar of wine and a rough wine bowl.

In this place seemingly apart from the mortal world, leaning against this ancient tree of unknown age, he exhaled a cloud of white mist, drinking alone.

It’s already winter, white snow drifted down from the sky, as Emperor Qin held his wine, watching the snow dissolve in it. He raised his wine cup, toasting alone to old friends. In the eighteenth year of Divine Revelation, even in the vast history, this could very well be a significant Chapter.

All kinds of heroes shone brightly, then gradually withdrew; the world, chaotic for hundreds of years, reverted to the dual power balance of peace, and within this year’s final great event.

The world’s winds arise from our generation, entering the Martial World, years hasten.

One Xiao, one Sword, a life’s intent, bearing a glorious name for two hundred years.

Ying Country’s Jiang Wanxiang falls, three armies sing Chi Lei Song, the sky darkens.

Jiangnan’s Murong Longtu, one sword cleaves the heavens, piercing Qi Fortune, ascended on a dragon’s back.

The world, Martial World.

Momentarily desolate.

Li Guanyi drank alone, gazing at this distant world.

Emperor Chen died with laughter, Emperor Ying passed away due to old age, Ji Zichang self-immolated, Great Khan died in battle; in this vast world, without adversaries, many friends were also lost, leaving only Military God Jiang Su supporting the remnants of the Daying Kingdom.

The twenty-two-year-old Prince Qin ascended the throne.

Founded a nation, held half the realm.

Later generations called him Grand Ancestor.

When he founded the nation and ascended the throne, the world hailed his achievements, people searched for his traces in various places but never found the king who achieved unparalleled feats.

During winter’s snowfall.

He sat alone in a Jiangnan courtyard, as white snow covered his ink-colored cape, the Emperor’s black hair falling down, his temples touched with frost; in historical records, the time when Prince Qin was most spirited and energetic, yet his silhouette seemed lonelier than ever before.

The poets, drunk, imagined the majesty of the king, all enthusiastic, said, the emperor’s plans and deeds are laughed about, as if describing the heroics of the world, defining elegance.

Yet in the historical records, there often lies another answer; the youth and old realm of the world, heroes who paved the era, why in the end are they all solitary, in the beginning were all rulers that fierce, without sorrow or joy?

Under the moonlight, Emperor Qin tilted the wine jar, filling the rough wine bowl with liquid.

As snow fell, he softly uttered, let’s drink together.

The wine cup touched his lips and then, amidst the falling snow, slightly raised his neck, drinking calmly.

Before him lay the world, the peace, behind him humanity, the earthly realm; before peace, still a battle, only close old friends gradually withering.

The emperor’s deeds are laughed about.

Life cannot be overcome.

A drunken memory.

(End of this volume)