Above the capital of the Great Qin Empire.
The First Emperor, clad in black robes, stood atop the highest peak in the entire Imperial Capital.
The people of Qin revered black. Throughout the Great Qin Empire, from His Majesty the First Emperor down to ordinary soldiers—the Xuan Yong Guards—all wore black robes and black armor.
Thus, after being surrounded by the boundless Purple Evil Tide, the overall impression was of an endless expanse of purple, adorned with a streak of black that seemed forever unwilling to vanish!
The Qin Court Plane was nearing its end.
With the Evil Tide Army having completely encircled them, and the other Sage Dao Courts of the Immortal Domain offering scarcely any reinforcements, His Majesty the First Emperor—who would rather die than retreat, determined to defend the foundations he had built, his people, and his land—sensed that his final battle was at hand.
Only a little over five hundred years had passed since the First Emperor advanced into the Sage Realm.
In just over five hundred years, the Dominator Omnipotent Soul had nearly run dry. This showed just how immense the pressure of the attacks His Majesty the First Emperor had endured over these years had been.
When the Evil Tide Army once again launched a desperate charge against the capital of the Great Qin Empire, the First Emperor ascended the city wall of his Imperial Capital.
Waiting to die in the imperial palace, or being buried alive beneath the countless Evil Tide creatures before him, was not the First Emperor's temperament, nor was it the national spirit of the Great Qin Empire.
Even if they died and the nation fell, they would fall standing. They would fall upon the road of charging forward.
The people of Qin not only revered black—they revered martial valor