Fatty Zhang took a sip of water and said:

"It's a pity that such a hero who has reached the pinnacle of literary talent and martial arts and has enjoyed all the prosperity in the world. In old age, he can't help but fall into the desire for 'immortality'..."

Not only did he search for martial arts editors from all over the world and usurp the ‘Heavenly Book of the Universe’, but he also crossed the sea several times to seek immortality…”

Mr. Zhang tried his best to be concise and concise, but it still seemed stinky and long.

Wang Wu wanted to interrupt several times, but Yang Yu persuaded him to stop.

Emperor Qin's quest for immortality was widely spread among the people. Yang Yu had heard about it when he first came to this world, but he didn't think it was anything surprising.

How come the ancient emperors and generals in past lives did not behave similarly?

Human desires are endless, and immortality is the most important, because the latter is the summation of all desires in the world, and it is also the instinct of human beings to survive and fear death.

No one can escape.

What Fatty Zhang said was similar to the folklore, but just when Wang Wu was impatient and wanted to interrupt.

His conversation changed and his voice became mysterious:

"Emperor Qin is dead. This is undisputed. However, there are different opinions about the results of his search for immortality. Among them, there is such a statement that is not widely circulated and is firmly believed by the Lisheng Cult..."

"What?"

Wang Wu was somewhat attracted.

"It is said that Emperor Qin searched all over the world and finally found traces of the immortal in an unknown and secret place..."

Fatty Zhang was mysterious, his eyes were glowing:

"It is said that they are extremely miraculous and impermanent qi machines. Some people call them the 'foundation of immortality' and others call them 'magical seeds'. Some even speculate that these are not traces of immortals.

It’s the ‘merits’, ‘fruits’ and ‘ranks’ created by heaven and earth...”

"Rank?!"

Yang Yu, who was listening to the story as a story, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

Rank?

"What nonsense!"

Wang Wu couldn't listen anymore.

"I also think it's nonsense. I can't help Liansheng to teach these lunatics to believe it."

Fatty Zhang spread his hands.

"He is indeed a lunatic!"

Wang Wu suddenly lost interest in the things in the prison, stood up and left, not forgetting to tell the fat man to go as quickly as possible.

He left in a hurry.

After leaving the door, Yang Yu was stunned. He pressed his chest, and deep in his eyes, he seemed to see the ghost-headed sword covered with words in its mouth.

It says,
Chapter completed!