Night enveloped the sky
casting a mantle of shadows over the land.
As the world slumbered, Long Su delved into the boundless depths of his seed world.
Immersed in a trance-like state, he devoted himself to the ancient art of meditation, his being awash with the ethereal essence of faith points.
As hours dissolved into the abyss of night, the fruits of his labor bloomed within him, an unequivocal surge of power that reverberated through his core.
Emerging from his meditative reverie Long Su was invigorated, his spirit pulsating with newfound strength and vitality.
With practiced ease, he conjured a portal gate, its ethereal essence shimmering against the encroaching darkness.
Without hesitation, he stepped into the swirling vortex, intent on his destination—the realm of Daqin.
As the portal dissipated, Long Su's eyes beheld a sight that gave him pause.
Legions of Qin soldiers, their ranks interspersed with skeletal warriors and skeleton slaves, stood sentinel over his village.
Curiosity bloomed within him, and a frisson of unease rippled through his being.
Why had such formidable forces been deployed to this remote corner of Daqin?
The soldiers closest to the gate, their eyes trained on Long Su, snapped to attention, their voices ringing with reverence as they saluted him. "Greetings, Your Highness, the Eldest Son!"
Taken aback by their presence, Long Su addressed the soldiers, his voice betraying a hint of surprise.
" Summon your commander, for I would have words with him."
" promise "
The air was fraught with anticipation as a figure clad in the formidable armor of the Black Dragon Guard emerged from the shadows.
His strong and unwavering voice filled the silence. "Greetings, Your Highness, the Eldest Son. Wang Tai, Deputy Commander of the Black Dragon Guard, at your service."
Recognition dawned on Long Su as he regarded the stalwart warrior before him.
The Black Dragon Guard, a bastion of elite soldiers and martial prowess, was renowned throughout the empire.
Only the noble scions of the Old Qin family were afforded the opportunity to join their esteemed ranks.
To the masses, these formidable warriors were the Emperor's loyal vanguard, their allegiance to him unyielding and absolute.
"Where is the Skeleton General I tasked with defending this village?" Long Su inquired, his brow furrowed in consternation.
Wang Tai bowed his head in deference, his voice ringing with respect as he replied, "Your Highness, the Skeleton General was recalled to His Majesty's side seven days ago."
Long Su's mind raced as he pondered the implications of this revelation.
Although it had been but two days since his departure from Daqin, the intricate dance of time and space between realms had woven an intricate tapestry of temporal discord.
Almost all the realm that's connected by the circle of faith will have the same time line as the blue star
But in rarely times some places will have different time zones like Qin Empire long su discover that one day outside equally to 3 dyas inside
With an air of authority, Long Su issued his command. "Prepare a grand carriage. It is time for me to return home."
" as you command your Highness "
the soldiers scurried to fulfill his order
Soon he was enveloped within the confines of an opulent carriage.
Long Su found himself in the company of his skeletal soldiers and the elite Qin guards.
The procession, a grand display of military Discipline , traveling its way through the rugged terrain, the rhythmic cadence of marching feet echoing through the landscape.
Long Su couldn't help but feel a sliver of apprehension in the presence of the formidable Black Dragon Guards.
Their battle prowess, evident in the very air they breathed, marked them as warriors without equal, their strength akin to that of Level 1 beings.
However, the absence of the alien breath on the Qin soldiers meant that his Lord Talent could not decipher their information
But this leaving him only using his level 1 feeling to speculate on the depths of their power.
Lost in thought, Long Su pondered his own level.
Despite his status as a third-year student, his power was more akin to that of a first-year pupil.
His Level 1 classification allowed his soldiers to achieve Level 2 strength, but it had also hindered his acceptance into the top ten universities.
Only Sederth University ranking 10th had recognized his potential, spurred by the remarkable spectacle of his Skeleton Speech.
To ascend the ranks of power, Long Su knew he must amass faith points.
Each individual's requirements varied, and even after absorbing thousands of faith points, his level remained stagnant, his body merely growing stronger.
The potential of his skeleton army to generate thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of faith points daily was a double-edged sword.
While the prospect of increased strength and the ability to challenge higher-level adversaries was enticing, the arduous journey ahead seemed daunting.
As the weight of these concerns bore down upon him, the resonant voice of Wang Tai pierced the veil of Long Su's introspection. "Your Highness, it is time to eat."
The mention of sustenance stirred Long Su from his contemplative state, and he turned to face the deputy commander.
"Thank you, Wang Tai. I appreciate your consideration."
With practiced grace, Long Su reached for the food offered to him, the aroma of the meal stirring his appetite.
As he savored the flavors, he couldn't help but marvel at the duality of his existence.
Caught between the desire to unlock his full potential and the urgency of his impending university life, Long Su knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges.
But with the support of his allies, both living and undead, he was prepared to forge his destiny with unwavering determination.
The monotony of the journey was broken by the clatter of dishes and the sound of Long Su's voice, resonating with curiosity.
"How many days until we reach Xianyang?"
Wang Tai, ever the vigilant commander, replied without hesitation. "It will take us seven days if we maintain our current pace."
Long Su, his tone contemplative, pondered aloud. "And if we were to press on without respite?"
"We could shorten the journey to three days," Wang Tai responded, his voice betraying no hint of doubt.
With a decisive nod, Long Su issued his command. "Arrange for your soldiers to change shifts at every city. The skeletons require no rest, and time is of the essence."
Wang Tai bowed his head in deference. "As you command, Your Highness."
Long Su retreated to the confines of the carriage, the air thick with determination.
Though meditation within the seed world offered swifter results, he refused to squander the precious hours in idleness.
With every breath, he channeled the divine essence of faith points, the energy coursing through him with every passing moment.
The passage of time blurred as villages gave way to bustling towns and sprawling cities.
At last, the grand silhouette of Xianyang loomed on the horizon, its mighty walls a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Qin Empire.
"Your Highness, we have reached Xianyang," Wang Tai announced, his voice tinged with an unmistakable note of reverence.
Long Su's eyelids fluttered open; a luminescence of ethereal gold flooded his gaze, imbuing his visage with an otherworldly aura.
The strands of dark hair, once marred by fine lines of white, had undergone a startling metamorphosis—a cascade of ivory now framed his countenance, evidence of his ascension to newfound heights of power.
An aura of indisputable magnificence surged from his being, an irrefutable testament to his hard-earned Level 2 status.
Gazing upon the city that symbolized the beating heart of the empire, Long Su whispered, his words laced with a potent mixture of nostalgia and purpose,
"Finally... at home."