Numerous Doubts

By late morning, Zhao Cheng was walking the streets of the Capital City. As the heart of the Nine Provinces, even though it was the time when many people were heading to work, the roads were still bustling.

"Prosperity in its full splendor, such as has not been seen for a thousand years. What a pity—perhaps this is simply the way of humanity, or perhaps some unseen force is at work. So many dynasties have collapsed at the very height of their glory."

"When the First Emperor came, he carried forward the legacy of six generations, wielded the long whip to command all beneath heaven, swallowed the two Zhous and extinguished the feudal lords, ascended to the supreme seat and governed the six directions..."

"Who could have imagined then that Qin would perish with its second generation?!"

Li Nishang's voice sounded beside Zhao Cheng's ear. The two walked side by side, like ordinary tourists visiting this city steeped in history.

"Come to think of it, preventing the world from becoming unified may not be a way of delaying the calamity to come."

Zhao Cheng did not answer at once. Instead, he looked toward the passing crowd. It was a chaotic, mixed throng—many locals, but no few outsiders as well. All of them gathered into a mighty current, carrying the sense of countless phenomena shifting and changing.

"In the rolling mortal world, a single instant can transform fate and affinity. No one can make it clear. In truth, the more one wants to grasp the future, the less one can grasp it. Whether strong or weak, standing between heaven and earth, the only thing one can ever truly hold onto is oneself."

"No matter one's identity, status, or circumstances, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. It only depends on