The Great Sage Equaling Heaven

When Xu Fu walked out of Xianyang Palace holding that bottle of immortality elixir, his legs were still weak.

He looked back at the towering palace, feeling that ever since His Majesty had held a secret talk with that mysterious Daoist, the entire atmosphere of Xianyang had changed.

One month later, news that the First Emperor was gravely ill spread through the court and countryside.

Another half month passed. The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, passed away at Shaqiu Palace. His posthumous edict ordered Prince Fusu to take the throne, with Chancellor Li Si and the Prefect of the Palace Carriages Zhao Gao assisting in governance.

Once the news got out, all under heaven shook, and the old remnants of the six states began to stir.

Only a tiny handful of trusted confidants knew that deep within Mount Li Imperial Mausoleum that night, a hidden mechanism door had closed, sealing a huge coffin of profound ice into the core of the dragon vein inside the mountain's belly.

Inside the coffin, Ying Zheng wore a black-water dragon robe, his expression calm, his hand tightly gripping a jade bottle, while an extremely cold frosty aura and faint spiritual light began to spread around him.

"The Ancestral Dragon returns to stillness, awaiting the time of heaven." Chen Xuan's voice echoed faintly through the empty tomb chamber, then dispersed.

The Human King status was stripped away, the Ancestral Dragon's origin revived, and the accumulation of endless time surged forth...

As for what this old brother would become when he opened his eyes again, Chen Xuan was looking forward to it too.

As for the tomb guardian, that was naturally Xu Fu.

Chen Xuan had no time to watch Ying Zheng's coffin for him.

After the First Emperor died, the wheels of history rumbled on, crushing