Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 717 - 595: Never Fall into Ruin, Mysterious Vault God! - Part 3

Chapter 717: Chapter 595: Never Fall into Ruin, Mysterious Vault God! - Part 3

This is hardly a burial plot, it’s truly a treasure mountain!

A thought simultaneously sprang to mind:

"All treasures are fated to be mine!"

The Qin Dynasty became powerful because of "Shangjun’s Legal Reforms," and Shangjun’s legislative thinking was:

"When the people are poor, they are motivated to be rich, when motivated, they indulge; indulgence brings lice. Thus, if the rich do not use their wealth, make them spend on food, each will surely be strong; then farmers will not steal.

Farmers will not steal, and there will be no breeding of lice. Hence, the country will grow rich and govern the poor, valuing strength."

Only when the common people are poor, will they have the drive to pursue wealth. Once they have wealth, they will covet enjoyment and are not easily governed.

Therefore, take all their money, keep them poor, and then the country will be strong!

To set the country and its people against each other, emphasizing that the state’s wealth and strength must be built on the ignorance and poverty of its people, was the core theory behind Shangjun’s reforms.

He advocated for maintaining the living standards of the people at the minimal subsistence level.

Achieving: a weak populace makes a strong state.

Such a regime that scoured the wealth of the six states was naturally formidable.

It was not inferior to Old Master Wang’s planned "Taxation Department Armed Collection Division."

Just right, during the era of "Hundred Schools of Thought" preceding Great Qin, "knowledge" collectively activated, creating a large scale of weird creatures and Deceit Objects.

Emperor Shi swept across the six states, bringing all kinds of treasures accumulated over three thousand years from each state to Efang Palace.

A large portion of these treasures were buried with him.

It could be said that this Small Thousand World, relying on the Kunlun Ancestor Dragon Vein, was nourished by the entire Red County Shenzhou.

Soil from the roadside could be clenched in hand and squeezed to produce oil.

Constantly maintaining a population of one million, neither increasing nor decreasing, just like the naturally blessed land of Langqiong Liu Shao, fully meeting the material needs of the "Great Qin" populace.

A dynasty that didn’t fall for eighteen hundred years.

Not far from Zhiyuan, another light column also emerged.

In it floated a crimson beast tendon, emitting an aura almost as formidable as that of a Martial Saint.

Beside it was a line of small characters stating, King Treasury: Number 7804, Fire Flood Dragon Tendon, a pinnacle item for a Military Leader.

"What a treasure, what a treasure!"

Zhiyuan’s eyes gleamed.

Blood Floating, Meat Vajra, Jin Bodhisattva, Bone Arhat, Skin Venerable; blood, flesh, tendons, bones, and skin - the union of these five is the realm of the Guardian Corpse Buddha in the Green Seal.

The best body parts are the most coveted provisions for their sect to elevate their status.

Zhiyuan swallowed hard and instinctively reached out to touch it.

He completely missed noticing that at the very end, there was an even smaller line of characters: Level Five Doctor.

This was clearly an item that could only be exchanged for with level five military merits.

Just as Zhiyuan’s hand made contact with the beast tendon, a small golden fish hook suddenly appeared on his jaw.

Whoosh!

His body vanished without a trace.

...

At the same time, in an unknowable place within the interlayer between the yin side and the yang side, where no outsiders had arrived,

the seven golden Seven Star Life Extension Lamps with much of the enduring Merfolk Oil still to burn were dim, illuminating only a small radius.

The seven lamps surrounded a massive coffin upheld by nine golden dragons.

The coffin lid was inscribed with a set of indecipherable laws, each character shining like a pearl, akin to a Heavenly Book.

Beneath the coffin was a tranquil lake surface,

where numerous fish of different sizes and colors swam, each biting into glowing bait, and in an instant, were mysteriously fished out and dropped into the open mouths of the dragons on the coffin.

Creak, creak...

Subsequently, chilling chewing sounds emanated from within the coffin.

After a long while, an utterly weak and barely discernible sigh resounded:

"To fulfill this Proper Position Ceremony, it’s taken eighteen hundred years..."

"Yun Dynasty’s support will never fail, Mysterious Vault God..."