Recasting the Divine Sword of Heaven and Humanity

Li Mo's mind echoed with the scenes of his life.

As a child in a foreign land, he lived in fear and poverty as a hostage alongside his father. Later, his father returned home alone, leaving him behind as a discarded pawn.

After six years of surviving in the shadows, he finally returned to his homeland as the Crown Prince's grandson.

The cold treatment he endured in the Zhao Kingdom only worsened upon his return to Qin.

Many claimed he was not his father's son—that he lacked the noble blood of Qin. Silent and reserved, he stood in stark contrast to the brilliant, imposing scions of the royal clan.

The other nobles never treated him as one of their own, mocking his lineage openly when they realized he would endure their taunts in silence.

The day came when he could no longer bear the insults hurled at his mother and fought back.

But he was outnumbered, outmatched—his opponents taller, stronger.

He cried out to his father for help, only to see shame in the man's eyes.

His father, like the rest of the nobility, saw him as an embarrassment—a living reminder of the humiliation suffered in Zhao.

So he gave up resisting, just as he had in Zhao.

People called him weak, cowardly—unfit to be a noble, let alone a future king.

No one cared that he had been steeped in poverty and fear since birth, that the tragedies inflicted by the royal family had become his sins.

Four turbulent years later, his grandfather and father passed away one after another.

On that day, he took hold of the royal seal of Qin.

Fortunately, his greatest skills honed over the past decade were patience and biding his time.

Eight years later, his brothers betrayed him. The following year, Lao Ai rebelled with his mother's support, while the overwhelming power of his chancellor loomed like a knife at his throat.

Watching his mother's once-gentle face twist into something...

Monstrous and mad.

The last trace of warmth in his heart

Was utterly extinguished.

The king seated upon the throne finally grasped all power for himself.

And became truly alone.

With the faces of those he once knew distorted beyond recognition by power, he resolved to become the most powerful man in the world.

The great undertaking of unifying the land began.

Over a decade, Qin's iron cavalry swept through the warring states—Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, Qi—ending the age of chaos.

Family, friends, enemies—all had vanished like dust in the wind.

Qin became the first unified dynasty, and all authority rested solely in his hands.

Yet the weight of that power also crushed him, leaving him breathless.

Two hundred pounds of bamboo scrolls daily wore him down, his strength waning.

But Qin could not stop—it was a chariot hurtling forward at breakneck speed, doomed without a helmsman pouring every ounce of his soul into steering.

He had been devoured by power.

Unless he could grasp the elusive promise of immortality.

But Xu Fu and the others never returned. Deceived, he flew into a rage, burying scholars alive and burning books, staining history with infamy.

Now, on his final tour at Shaqiu, he stood like a candle guttering in the wind.

"This... is death?"

Li Mo nearly lost control of his emotions—a searing resentment boiled within him like oil over flames.

Were it not for this defiance, he might have already perished.

As his consciousness faded into darkness, a voice reached him:

"The Lord of the Clouds has returned! He brings the elixir of immortality!"

And so, a translucent pill, crimson as ruby, was placed before him at death's door.

Take it.

His ambition, his defiance, his obsession, his desperate craving for life—all surged to their peak.

A whisper echoed relentlessly in his ears:

"Take it, and you shall live forever, standing atop the pinnacle of power."

"If you die, what becomes of this magnificent life you've lived?"

"Would you watch the empire forged by six generations crumble in an instant?"

"Hahaha, Zheng, come join me in death!"

The voices were deafening, impossible to block—for they came from within.

"No..."

"Wait—I am not Qin Shi Huang..."

"I am not alone."

Half of Li Mo's face was now veined with creeping crimson tendrils.

The people of Mocheng around him could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene.

"Damn, Brother Li looks kinda terrifying like this. Is he gonna start cackling like a villain any second?"

"What's he muttering?"

"I, Qin Shi Huang, demand tribute?"

"Who the hell is Qin Shi Huang?"

None of them understood what was happening. Not just those in Tianren City—no one across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had heard of this "Zheng" fellow.

All they could tell was that Li Mo seemed to be embodying some ancient emperor.

In Wanchun Pavilion, Shang Qing woke to a world turned upside down.

She'd missed the sugar, and now Li Mo was like this.

Would there even be any sugar to enjoy in the future?

"What kind of sinister trick is the Blood God pulling?" Shang Wu planted her hands on her hips, her gaze sharp.

"This move has a dark origin."

Qin Yuzhi's expression was grave.

As everyone knew, Qin Yuzhi had slept through an entire dynasty change precisely because she knew too much—she was privy to countless secrets.

"What origin?"

Shang Wu sighed. "Back when the Blood Refining Hall was still the Martial Refining Hall, they had a martial prodigy—a true genius."

"How much of a genius?"

"About as much as that guy from the Yin-Yang Hall who changed his own gender."

"Yikes..."

"This man was obsessed with martial arts, neglecting his wife. Left alone, she grew restless and... well, started an affair with his disciple."

"Wait, what?"

The sudden gossip left everyone speechless.

But they were still confused—what did this have to do with the Blood God's methods?

"Don't rush, let me finish."

Qin Yuzhi took a sip of tea. "The martial genius was cuckolded, but he still loved his wife deeply. He couldn't bring himself to punish her, blaming himself for his neglect."

"He couldn't abandon his martial path, yet he refused to tolerate the affair, so he sought the Ancestral God's help."

"The Ancestral God answered, teaching him a technique—using his blood, he could create a clone. They called it 'Rebirth from a Drop of Blood'!"

Everyone: "......"

Setting aside the context, this was practically a divine ability.

"After that, he trained while sending a blood clone to accompany his wife daily. But over time, he discovered she was still sneaking around."

"Enraged, he dripped his blood onto the disciple instead."

"Something bizarre happened—he found he could possess the disciple's body! By erasing the disciple's consciousness, he gained a new vessel!"

"Of course, the cost was immense... I wonder if the Blood God has perfected this method."

At this point, everyone's faces darkened, realizing the enemy's intent.

The Blood God wanted to destroy Young Master Li?

If he succeeded, he could even wield the Tianren Divine Sword through Li Mo's body—Tianren City would be doomed.

"Let me in!"

Shang Wu was frantic now, rolling up her sleeves to charge into the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains.

But Shang Qing held her back.

"Little Qingluan, why stop me?"

"Little Bing'er is still inside. If even she hasn't shown up despite her worry, what can you do?"