"Use all of China's resources to win the favor of foreign nations?! Foreign concessions run rampant across the Central Plains, and our Xia people are forced to rank beneath others?! Has the glory of the Xia peoples truly fallen this far?"
Within the grand hall, the air congealed like ice. The many ministers stood with their hands lowered, all staring coldly at the increasingly impassive First Emperor upon the throne.
Beneath the hanging beads of his crown, the First Emperor's dragon eyes were deep and unfathomable. He lightly tapped the armrest, producing a crisp knocking sound.
"What Teacher said back then has truly become prophecy!"
No joy or anger could be heard in his indifferent voice, but the ministers familiar with this First Emperor all lowered their gazes, as though they sensed the omen of an approaching storm.
When a common man grew enraged, blood splashed five paces away. When an emperor grew enraged, blood flowed until pestles floated!
Much less the Human Dao Ancestor Dragon, the First Emperor!
"Lord Wu'an!"
A low, imposing voice spread through the great hall.
Along with that voice came surging Emperor Qi. A mountain-crushing, sea-overturning pressure filled the entire hall, and as divine light spilled forth, it blanketed the Earth.
In an instant, beneath the atmosphere, thunderclouds gathered over the entire Eastern Hemisphere along with the spreading radiance, obscuring the rising sun.
The world sank into darkness deeper than night.
Countless living beings felt their hearts sink as an indescribable oppression rose within them.
After two thousand years of decline, Qin Shi Huang now bore the fortune of Great Qin's countless generations within himself. At the slightest movement, the power of Great Qin's million soldiers descended upon him. His might was unstoppable, his strength unmatched.
With a single thought, heaven and earth changed color.