I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

The whole city of Yong was in a carnival.

Everyone seemed to be crazy, knelt on the street, knelt on the ground, and praised together with the great sound between the heaven and the earth.

The sun in the sky is extraordinarily bright.

Not a single cloud could be seen in the blue sky.

Yingzheng is still walking, the stairs have been halfway down, the royal clothes on his body seem to be getting bigger and bigger, the black dragon coiled on it, and the territory of Daqin seem to be about to move.

The blue sky suddenly became darker, and everyone saw a person walking in the sky.

This man is dressed in black royal clothes, with black dragons coiled around, border patterns, a crown and hair tied, covering his face with twelve corners at the front and back, Tai'a on his waist, and a jade seal hanging on his body.

A wave of power followed.

It seemed to correspond to the great sound between the heaven and the earth, and this power penetrated into everyone's hearts in a daze.

Having finished walking the stairs, Ying Zheng put his hand on the gate of the main hall, and on the door of the sacrificial priest.

"Squeak... ah..."

A decadent sound sounded, and everything in the hall appeared in front of Ying Zheng.

At the same time, a dragon chant resounded throughout the entire city of Yong, and even the surrounding cities heard it clearly.

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The door creaked open.

Even though the sun outside was very bright, it didn't shine into the palace at all.

A dragon chant came out from the palace, as if to give Ying Zheng a blow.

It was extremely dark inside.

Just like the chaos that Yingzheng encountered during his coma, the hall was also filled with chaos.

The praise that resounded through Yongcheng seemed to have stopped, and it stopped after being shocked by the dragon's roar.

In this palace, except for Ying Zheng, all the other characters seemed to have their hearts and souls taken away, and they just stood there in a daze, not knowing how to move.

A gust of cold wind came from the hall, wrapping Yingzheng all the time, as if there was an invisible hand trying to pull Yingzheng in.

The chaos in front of him seemed to be surging and tumbling in the hall, and seemed to be particularly interested in Ying Zheng's arrival.

There seemed to be a voice shouting in Ying Zheng's heart. This voice echoed in Ying Zheng's heart, in Ying Zheng's mind, tempting Ying Zheng to step forward, and tempting Ying Zheng to step forward into the chaos.

Chen Xuan seemed to have disappeared, and no longer said that Ying Zheng couldn't see him either.

It seemed that he had returned to the dreamland, except that he was not surrounded by chaos, and he reproduced it completely.

Everything around me disappeared.

Whether it was Wangfu, Tai'a, or Yuxi, they all disappeared without a trace.

Ying Zheng seemed to experience the feeling of being alone again.

"Boy Zheng, it's time to go in!"

Simply, all this is just Ying Zheng's own feelings.

Ying Zheng recovered and looked at Chen Xuan who was full of doubts, and the guesses in his heart became more and more unfounded.

"Chen Xuan, you are urging me again."

Ying Zheng complained, and turned his head to look at the main hall, where it was as usual, unchanged from his last visit.

There was neither chaos nor cold wind, nor was there any voice in his heart that tempted him.

Everything is normal, it seems that it was just an illusion.

But Ying Zheng knew that was not the case, the cold sweat falling behind him was not completely dry yet.

It's time to go in.

The praise behind him remained the same, the dragon chant was no longer a deterrent, but a kind of echo, echoing the bell ringing from nowhere, and the praise surrounding the entire city of Yong.

Ying Zheng slowly stepped into the hall, crossed the high threshold, and entered the place full of his ancestors.

A wave of chaos struck and slowly clung to Ying Zheng's body.

A gleam of jade light flashed across the jade seal beside him, and with a mournful cry, it disappeared again.

Ying Zheng neither heard nor saw it.

He's just staring at what's in front of him now.

It was a black bird, a black bird standing on a black dragon.

Ying Zheng clearly remembered that the last time he came, there was only this black bird sculpture, but not the black dragon underneath.

Moreover, the black dragon looked familiar, and seemed to have Chen Xuan's appearance. If Chen Xuan was not still floating aside, Ying Zheng would probably admit his mistake.

"Squeak... ah..."

It was the sound of wood churning together again.

"boom--"

Ying Zheng didn't need to turn his head to know that the door behind him had closed.

Without the sunlight outside, the entire hall instantly became dark.

Because of Ying Zheng's order, the people serving in the hall had been dismissed long ago.

There were no lamps, no lights.

Chen Xuan also seemed to be speechless, and Yuxi suddenly lost its luster. If it wasn't for Ying Zheng still holding Tai'a in his hand, he might be a little flustered.

The endless darkness entangled Ying Zheng like chaos, making Ying Zheng feel a little oppressed, and it seemed that he had difficulty breathing.

"Chen Xuan!"

Ying Zheng yelled, wanting to make sure whether this is a fantasy or reality.

There was no response, not even an echo.