CHAPTER 427: 229, GREAT DREAM OF SPRING AND AUTUMN!

Knowing full well this is enchantment, this is temptation.

Yet his soul originates from the distant land of Shenzhou.

Faced with the request from the First Emperor before him, he truly couldn’t muster much will to refuse.

Every official below looked at him with eyes full of hope.

After a long silence, Chen Che slowly opened his mouth, "Without me, Da Qin can still fulfill the long-cherished wish of unifying the six states.

This is the tide of history.

Ying Zheng, you don’t need to plead with me."

"I know.

Sir, I know.

The endeavors of the six generations of Da Qin, each ruler has this grand wish, each pushing forward with this grand wish in mind.

I know that one day Da Qin will truly unify the six states and achieve the oneness of the world!

If I, Ying Zheng, can’t do it, then the next King of Da Qin in my line surely can!

But sir, I also know, if you would be willing to come forth and assist Da Qin, this path would become much shorter!

With your talents, it would take no more than ten years to truly achieve unity under heaven!

Sir, over a hundred years of strife between the seven states, how many commoners have been injured, how many lives devastated across the land?

Amidst deception and treachery, what’s truly missing is unification!

Only when everything is in the hands of one do we heed one person’s command.

Only when everyone speaks one language and uses one script can we bestow upon the vast Zhonghua a sense of belonging.

That is the only way to cease warfare and bring about peace!

Sir, you have the ability to end this chaotic world, do you still wish to see it continue, for the commoners to continue suffering?"

In the council, none knew this man named Ying Zheng.

But they could feel a vast power from the Dragon Qi entwined around him, from the extraordinary visage of this man.

When this man named Ying Zheng sincerely spoke these words, many present were moved to the core.

Through simple dialogue alone, they could already outline a vast chaotic world in their minds.

Seven nations, the Warring States era.

Unify the seven nations, unify the world, become the driver of history, become the grand figure recorded in history books.

How many men’s dreams are these, how many people’s long-cherished wishes?

Can one refuse? Dare to refuse? Willingly refuse?

In the council, though some knew little of Ying Zheng, they developed emotions hard to refuse, not to mention Chen Che, who knew the entire history of Zhonghua thoroughly.

Even knowing what lay before was an illusion, facing the plea of this emperor, Chen Che could feel the raw human emotion intermingled within.

Refuse?

Truly unable to refuse.

How could one feel like refusing?

Chen Che clenched his fists, walked up to Ying Zheng, and lifted him with both hands. Meeting the hopeful gaze of this emperor, he barely managed to shake his head slowly.

A trace of disappointment flickered in Ying Zheng’s eyes, but he did not give up.

"Sir, Ying Zheng will not retreat because of this, Ying Zheng will come again! Until you are willing to step forth!"

Chen Che’s heart raced, truthfully, if Ying Zheng brought his officials again to request in another illusion, he truly did not know if he could harden his heart to refuse this eternal emperor.

Illusion, this is just an illusion, this is merely enchantment!

What’s in front of me is not Ying Zheng, but an enticing demon!

All of this is to ensnare me, to make me fall.

Chen Che kept repeating to himself.

But he never imagined that this illusion would last so long, the times would change continuously, spring, summer, autumn, and winter passing incessantly.

One year, two years... ten years!

For those outside the council, they just saw the seasonal changes in the illusion, but within it, Chen Che could feel the slow passage of time.

He truly resembled a recluse, abandoning all desires, living secluded in these deep mountains.

Chopping wood, farming... Day after day, year after year.

For the council, only a few minutes passed, but within the illusion, a decade had gone by!

He gradually moved from a youth to middle age, with more wrinkles on his face and gray hair appearing.

An Nishang suddenly sensed something amiss, turning abruptly to Xu Ziang and said, "What’s going on?"

"The flow of time in the illusion realm naturally differs from reality! From our perspective, only a few minutes have passed, but to him, he has truly lived more than ten years!

Otherwise, how do you think the Tear of Enchantment enhances Spiritual Power?

It’s through this prolonged time period that constantly stimulates and torments your spirit, enhancing your Spiritual Power, strengthening your Soul Power.

Damn it! I remember before, the Tear of Enchantment at its longest instance kept someone in such an illusion for just half a year... How long has he been here?

Twelve springs, summers, autumns, and winters, right?

He’s been in this illusion for over ten years... In these years, his life suddenly became dull and tedious, yet despite enduring loneliness, his Spiritual Power and Soul Power have been increasingly enhanced!"

Upon hearing Xu Ziang’s explanation, Xia Na and An Nishang clenched their fists.

How many decades does one have in a lifetime?

Xia Na bit her pink lip, asking, "He’s already been there for so many years, if this continues, won’t he become unable to distinguish between being in an illusion or mistakenly crossing into this ancient place?

If he forgets this is an illusion, if he agrees to Emperor Ying Zheng’s request, what will happen?"

The crowd fell into a silence.

Xu Ziang hesitated for a moment and said, "I don’t know either. Logically speaking, he should live out a lifetime in the illusion and then wake up.

But it may also be... he could completely lose himself."

"Damn you, why didn’t you mention this at the beginning, if he dies, you’ll accompany him to the grave." An Nishang’s voice was filled with killing intent.

Xu Ziang’s face was grim.

This woman wasn’t joking!

An entire decade truly spent in an illusion, devoid of desires, self-sufficient.

Return all worldly desires, he truly becomes like an untouched immortal in this chaotic world, avoiding all contact.

How lonely was such a decade?

In everyone’s view, everything Chen Che experienced was fast-forwarded a hundredfold.

Day after day, year after year, farming, sowing, harvesting, cooking, sleeping, every year, every day, every moment repeated without end.

This also showed everyone a vast world.

Every year, Ying Zheng would personally bring people to visit Chen Che, requesting this gentleman to come forth, and recounting all of Da Qin’s achievements to him.

Without realizing, 20 years had passed... When Ying Zheng came again to Chen Che’s place, his entire condition was already extremely poor.

Chen Che knew this was because Ying Zheng had long been taking Elixirs, which had no life-extending properties and were filled with heavy metals and various poisons.

It was only due to Ying Zheng’s strong bodily constitution that he could survive this long under the corrosion of such Elixirs.

Yet visibly, Ying Zheng’s spirit was entirely unlike that of someone his age.

This time, the two sat by a stone table, the table and stone stools were sculpted by Chen Che with his own hand and pen.

The teapot on the table was fired by him himself.

He planted the tea leaves.

Every year he would take some time to descend the mountain, enter the mundane world, buy some daily necessities, sell the crops he grew, to experience this remarkably real ancient world.

As long as he doesn’t grow attached to this place, as long as he doesn’t agree to Ying Zheng.

Perhaps he could consider himself victorious?

So year after year, day after day.

Chen Che already felt a bit dazed.

Is he truly in an illusion, or has he actually traveled through time?

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, pouring Ying Zheng a cup of hot tea in this winter season.