"Previously, weapons were used to conquer, occupying the lands of the world. Policies like the unification of writing, common norms, etc., are psychological attacks, making the people of all the countries return to Qin, and now, giving the lands of the world to the common people is truly an act of psychological warfare."
"After this, the people of the various countries will no longer yearn for their old lands, and we no longer have a chance." Zhang Liang thought with utmost despair.
This layer.
Zhang Liang already saw through it clearly.
Irresolvable.
Truly irremediable.
This time, the lands of the world are being collected and distributed to the people by the government office.
Not only is there pressure from the Imperial Court, but there's also the will of the people of the world.
Those nobles unwilling, gathering crowds in resistance.
The final result will still be crushed by the will of the people.
All outcomes are already destined.
What's more, Qin also has a million-strong army.
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Great Qin Divine Land.
Unknown distances apart, thousands and tens of thousands of miles across the sea.
Under the haze.
Mist envelops.
As if one cannot see the scene within this mist at all.
But then.
A halo of light flashed.
The mist of clouds dispersed.
A halo of light flashed.
The mist of clouds dispersed.
Appearing before the eyes.
A giant island lies in the midst of this mist, like the land of the Immortals.
But upon stepping into this island.
Everything changes drastically.
Countless dark clouds shroud.
Blood Qi permeates.
Rottenness.
Stench of corpses.
Blood envelops the entirety of the island inside and out.
Scattered with remains.
This place, akin to scenery of Purgatory.
Utterly contrary to the land of the Immortals seen outside.
Faintly, one can even hear many cries, screams.
This place could justifiably be called a Demon Den.
In the depths of the island.
A grand palace stands upright.
Emitting waves of Blood Qi.
Yet if a mortal saw it, one could not see this hidden Blood Qi nor the scattered corpses.
Only feel this is a land of the Immortals.
Immortal Energy surrounds.
The space of breath is all Immortal Energy.
Above the sky, Immortal Cranes dance.
"Subordinate greets Immortal Envoy."
Within the palace.
A middle-aged man in a black robe kneels before the person on the high seat.
On the high seat.
A person dressed in Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, gazes at the man below, exuding an aura of terrifying oppression.