155: Chapter 155 The Emperor's Fortune: The Immortal Qin Empire Begins Its Expedition

"Since you have such determination, very well—this seat would like to see just which heaven of the Honghuang World you can plant the banner of your Great Qin Immortal Court in!"

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, and his imperial robe suddenly shook. In an instant, the firmament cracked, and the entire Supreme Great Universe trembled violently, as if the chaos at the beginning of the world was roaring.

The living beings of the myriad realms held their breath and watched as a massive rift opened in the high heavens, traversing the void like an ancient gate slowly opening. A vast, ancient, and nearly immortal aura surged from deep within the rift; it was the breath of the Supreme Honghuang, the pulse of the source of all heavens.

"Go," Jiang Chen said indifferently. "Behind that gate is the Honghuang World."

The First Emperor's eyes were like lightning as he stared fixedly at the rift. His expression was solemn, but in the depths of his eyes burned an irrepressible heat.

Eons of conquest, thousands of tribulations, and countless hardships—all were for this single step today!

All the powerhouses of the Great Qin Immortal Court were boiling with blood. That armor had been stained with the blood of countless star systems; that long halberd had shattered the nights of ten thousand universes. At this moment, they were finally about to step onto the true battlefield.

In the All Heavens and Myriad Realms and the Supreme Realm of the Immortal Domain, billions of gazes converged here, filled with fanaticism—the opportunity for the human race to rise was at this very moment!

The First Emperor turned and bowed deeply to Jiang Chen, then suddenly waved his Black Dragon Imperial Robe, his voice like thunder: "Where is my Great Qin Iron Cavalry!"

Roar—!

The God of War Meng Tian soared into the air, holding the Black Dragon War Flag high and waving it vigorously. In an instant, a world-shaking dragon roar echoed through the nine heavens and ten earths, as if the sleeping Ancestral Dragon had awakened and was roaring at the vastness.

"great wind—!"

Young Emperor Fusu, King of Qin Hu Hai, God of Slaughter Bai Qi, God of War Meng Tian... the heroes of Great Qin roared toward the sky, their voices shaking the universe.

"great wind—!"

"great wind—!"

Ninety million iron cavalry roared in unison, their war halberds pointing to the sky, the sound of clashing metal tearing through the void. Their eyes were blood-red, and their battle intent burned the heavens, as if they were about to set this entire universe on fire.

War drums from all directions thundered, and with every beat, the heavens shook once.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom boom—boom boom boom—

Tens of thousands of horn players blew horns made from beast horns, their solemn and tragic sounds penetrating the sea of stars and striking the soul. Countless human cultivators felt their bloodlines roil and their minds surge, almost wishing to join the army on the expedition.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly. This army was already sufficient to clash head-on with the first-rate ancient clans among the Primordial Myriad Clans, showing its sharp edge and unstoppable momentum.

"Go!" He reached out and lightly patted the head of the Dragon of Fortune.

Roar—!

The mysterious yellow light exploded, and the Dragon of Fortune raised its head and neighed, soaring into the air and steadily supporting the First Emperor's body.

His crown swayed slightly and the bead curtains clinked softly as the First Emperor stood with his hands behind his back on the dragon's ridge, his imperial majesty vast and at its zenith. At that moment, he was no longer just the Emperor of Great Qin, but a Supreme Holy Emperor comparable to the Five Ancestors of the Human Race; every gesture he made exuded the aura of a hegemon that caused heaven and earth to resonate.

Rumble—!

The Immortal Qin Continent floating in the void slowly rose, and billions of palaces and pavilions radiated peerless immortal light, illuminating ten thousand universes. Wherever the light reached, all living beings bowed their heads in awe.

"My Great Qin Immortal Court—" The First Emperor unsheathed his sword, its cold light cutting through the silence, "Follow me—forward!"

Roar—!

The river of fortune beneath his feet roared again, carrying the First Emperor as it charged straight toward the rift in the firmament.

Fusu, Hu Hai, Bai Qi, and Meng Tian followed closely behind, with ninety million iron cavalry marching in formation. The Immortal Qin Continent proceeded majestically, accompanied by the thunderous sound of war drums and the tragic wail of horns, stepping toward the unknown Honghuang.

"We respectfully see off His Majesty the First Emperor—!"

In the Supreme Great Universe, all human cultivators knelt to see them off, tears in their eyes and hearts surging with emotion.

When the Immortal Qin Continent had completely vanished into the rift, the massive gate slowly closed, and heaven and earth returned to silence.

Jiang Chen looked down at all living beings, his voice indifferent yet resonating like thunder: "This realm is but a trial ground for the human race. The Honghuang World—that is your true battlefield!"

After speaking, he turned and left, his figure gradually dissipating at the edge of the firmament.

"We respectfully see off the Holy Father—!"

...

Honghuang World, Central Territory.

Nine hundred million light-years away from the Human Race Ancestral Land on Mount Buzhou, a vast and boundless plain stretched out quietly.

Lush vegetation and groups of creatures abounded. Unformed young beasts played and chased each other, or sat cross-legged to breathe and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The sky was high and the land was vast, the clouds were light and the breeze was gentle, a scene of naturally formed tranquility.

However—

Rumble—!

The void suddenly distorted, ripples appeared, and a massive rift emerged out of thin air, expanding at a terrifying speed!

Fierce winds howled, and black clouds pressed down; the originally clear sky instantly turned as dark as ink. Thunder exploded and lightning snakes danced wildly, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The creatures on the plain scattered in terror, their mournful cries filling the land.

Centering on this plain, the land for hundreds of millions of light-years began to shake frantically, mountains collapsed, the earth split, and rivers flowed backward.

The true storm had arrived.

Countless living beings were suddenly startled awake, and even those top cultivators in secluded meditation suddenly opened their eyes, their expressions changing drastically as they all looked up at the firmament—there, a rift as black as an abyss was expanding frantically!

"The sky... has split?!"

"What kind of omen is this! Could it be that some peerless malevolent entity is about to descend?"

Before the voice could fade, a burst of world-shaking roars suddenly erupted from deep within the rift—

"great wind—"

"great wind—"

"great wind—"

Three long roars, like an iron-blooded war song, tore through the void with boundless killing intent; heaven and earth trembled, and the ground cracked inch by inch.

Under the watchful eyes of the multitude, squads of warriors clad in black armor slowly stepped out from that abyss-like opening. Some rode giant beasts, some rode fierce birds of prey, and still others came in war chariots crushing through the air, with thunder booming beneath their wheels.

Black banners fluttered in the fierce wind, their surfaces embroidered with coiled black dragon totems; vaguely, a cold dragon roar penetrated the vastness, sending chills through everyone's souls.

Boom—boom boom—

War drums thundered, like thousands of troops and horses galloping above the nine heavens, their momentum overwhelming and sweeping across the eight directions.

The surrounding cultivators were scared out of their wits, their breathing stagnating.

"My... My God! They're... they're all Daluo Golden Immortals!!!" a cultivator screamed, his pupils shrinking violently.

That's right! Every single person who walked out of the rift was at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm! An entire iron cavalry of Immortal Emperor-level had stepped through the void!

At that moment, a heaven-shaking dragon roar exploded through heaven and earth!

Boom crackle—

Lightning swept across, tearing through the clouds and illuminating the entire sky like broad daylight. A mysterious yellow dragon burst out of the void, tossing and dancing furiously in the firmament, its dragon body winding for ten thousand zhang, its pressure peerless!

"Look! There's someone on the dragon's head!"

Someone pointed to the high sky and shouted.

Everyone stared—and indeed, they saw a figure standing upon the head of that giant dragon.

He wore an imperial crown and a Black Dragon Imperial Robe, an ancient sword hung at his waist, his eyebrows were like blades, and his gaze was as deep as the sea; his face was filled with an overbearing aura that looked down upon all ages.

"I, the First Emperor of Great Qin!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, the bead curtains of his crown swaying slightly and flowing with immortal radiance; his voice was like a great bell, resounding through the universe.

"I, the First Emperor of Great Qin!"

The dragon's roar accompanied his voice, spreading in waves and sweeping across the four seas and eight directions!

In an instant, the human cultivators throughout the Honghuang World all looked up, the bloodlines in their bodies suddenly boiling as a resonance from the depths of their souls surged forth!

"This is... the fluctuation of our human race's fortune!"

"No! Hasn't Humanity's Path always been suppressing our race's fortune? How could such a terrifying power suddenly explode?"

"Look at the sky! It's the Dragon of Fortune! Our Dragon of Fortune has awakened!"

At the edge of the firmament, that mysterious yellow dragon was formed from the condensation of vast fortune—it was the True Dragon of Fortune, the manifestation of the human race's lifeblood!