Da Qin: Conquer all heavens and all realms

The sky is gray.

No, that was not the original color of the sky. Instead, it was stained by endless purple-gold divine thunder, presenting a suffocating, dead gray.

The thunderclouds rolled like a chaotic beast that covered the sky and the sun, and every breath it took carried the pressure to destroy everything.

The sky of the entire Qin world seemed to be squeezed by an invisible giant hand and could collapse at any time.

Beneath this doomsday scene is the crawling earth and billions of trembling creatures.

However, amidst this desperate gray and purple, a ray of golden light pierced the sky.

That is not sunlight, nor fairy light, but it comes from the deepest and purest belief and will in every mortal heart.

"With the destiny of our country as fuel, and faith as fire, I ignite the soul of our human race and forge us—the immortality of humanity!"

Ying Zheng's decree, like a spark that set the prairie on fire, instantly ignited the soul of the entire civilization.

Inside the city of Xianyang, the white-haired historian, with trembling hands, carved the last stroke on the bamboo slips. Then, his cloudy eyes burst into light, and all his life's knowledge, reverence for history, and inheritance of civilization were transformed into brilliance, merging into the pillar of light that shot up into the sky.

He murmured to himself, "The pen of history is as sharp as a knife. It will carve this day into the memory of the Human Emperor, and ask the Heavens!"

In the Qin world, the old soldier who had been guarding the border for decades looked at the terrifying thunder in the sky, but instead of retreating, he laughed out loud.

He took off his heavy armor and burned all his lifelong belief in protecting his homeland, his camaraderie to his compatriots, and his unyielding will to fight against the enemy.

He roared, "I shall die on my horse's hide, with no regrets! Today, we will use our withered bones to pave the way for humanity!"

Atop Mount Shu, a young girl gathering herbs gazed at a vision in the sky. She clasped her hands together and, transforming her love for life, her gratitude for nature, and her hope for a bright future into the purest prayer, merging it into the stream of light. She whispered, "May the mountains and rivers remain safe, and may the world remain peaceful."

Farmers working in the fields; blacksmiths working in the workshops; children studying in the schools... Every citizen of the Qin Dynasty, regardless of their status, age or age, found the meaning of their existence at this moment.

They are no longer tiny dust, they are the cornerstone of "humanity" and the most solid backing of Emperor Ying Zheng!

Billions of rays of light rose from every corner of the Qin world, like countless tiny streams, eventually converging on the Xianyang Palace, on the Tianwen Terrace, and on Ying Zheng.

The golden pillar of light that shot up into the sky began to twist and deform, and finally, it turned into a giant golden dragon standing tall!

The dragon head represents the resolute face of Ying Zheng, with eyes like the sun and the moon, and scenes of birth and death throughout the ages appear when he opens and closes them.

The dragon's body is made up of the mountains, rivers, cities, passes, and the will of thousands of people of the Qin Dynasty. Every scale sparkles with the seal character of the Chinese character "人".

The dragon claw is the embodiment of order and the extension of the law. When the claw falls, it can determine the fate of the world and suppress mountains and rivers.

The Dragon's Tail is the torrent of history and the inheritance of civilization. With a single swing, it can sweep away all the staleness and injustice.

This is the embodiment of "humanity" - the ancestor dragon of the human race!

"Roar--!"

A dragon roar that shook the universe did not come from the vocal cords, but from the soul resonance of the entire civilization.

This voice, with its indomitable spirit, pride, and infinite desire for the future, slammed fiercely into the oppressive thundercloud.

"Heavenly punishment, do you dare to accept the worship of our human race?"

Ying Zheng's voice, through the mouth of Zulong, resounded throughout the heavens. He was no longer just one person; he was the embodiment of the will of all humanity!

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Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Daos, all Dao Masters held their breath.

Through the "Mirror of Heaven" of the Divine Court, they clearly saw everything that happened in the Great Qin world.

"This... this is 'Humanity'?" a Dao Master who controls the Path of the Stars trembled in disbelief. "They... they've actually condensed the wills of billions of mortals to such a degree? They're practically creating a god!"

"No, it's not a god." The Dao Master of Guixu's voice rang out in an icy voice, carrying a hint of unprecedented solemnity. "Gods are the darlings of the rules, the products of heaven and earth. But this one is a challenger of the rules, a creation of mortals. Its very existence is a blasphemy against the authority of 'Heaven's Way.'"

The fighting spirit in the eyes of the Dao Lord of Creation grew even stronger. He clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Great! A mortal has created a god! A human being as humane as a dragon! I have always said that this race should never be underestimated! Emperor Tian, ​​the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder you have unleashed is the destructive force from the beginning of the world. Today, let's see whether your 'Heavenly Way' is stronger, or his 'Human Way' is more resilient!"

The light and shadow of the Creation Tree swayed gently, and it sighed, "Life always blooms with the most brilliant brilliance in desperate situations. This 'humanity' may... truly be able to bring something different to this immortal world, which has been silent for far too long."

The Emperor of Heaven stood on the high platform, his expression unchanged, but for the first time, a flicker of surprise flashed across his deep eyes. He had not expected that a newly born "humanity" could actually unleash such terrifying cohesion.

"No matter how strong the cohesion is, it is ultimately the power of a mortal." The Emperor of Heaven spoke slowly, his voice returning to his usual indifference. "In the face of absolute destruction, any will will be reduced to nothingness."

He raised his hand and tapped lightly at the Tianyan Mirror.

"Thunder."