The King of Qin's Mission

Since his birth, Ying Zheng had known his mission.

It was to unify the seven states and make the human realm whole once more.

It was not an ambition acquired later in life, but more like a mark of destiny etched into him from birth, a revelation from the very origin of the Primordial Wilderness.

This was the fate of Ying Zheng, and the mission he bore upon his shoulders.

This mission was like a brand flowing through his bloodline. From the moment he opened his eyes, it had been deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

This understanding, far beyond his years, had allowed him to remain astonishingly calm throughout his hardest days.

Even when he had been a hostage in Zhao, he had been the same.

Because he knew that every hardship before him was merely a trial he had to endure to fulfill his mission.

Just as the Mystic Bird had to undergo nirvana before it could be reborn, he, Ying Zheng, had to forge a will capable of bearing destiny amid the wind and snow of this foreign land.

And now, the time had come.

"Deliver my command—"

He suddenly spoke, his voice like the clash of chime stones, echoing through the empty hall.

That single word carried unquestionable majesty, as though it had not come from the mouth of a young ruler, but from a Sage Emperor who had governed the Primordial Wilderness for countless ages.

The eunuchs waiting outside hurriedly fell to their knees, all holding their breath without prior agreement.

They could feel that the King of Qin was utterly different today. It was as though a sleeping dragon had finally awakened, ready to spread its wings and stir up a storm that would sweep across the world.

Ying Zheng suddenly strode