This was the dream of generations of the Ying Family—to make the Qin State reappear upon this vast land. Today, Zhao Fu had achieved it and fulfilled their dream.
When he accepted Great Qin's inheritance, Zhao Fu had gradually accepted the identity of Great Qin Imperial Prince, as well as the Great Qin bloodline. Though Zhao Fu had only possessed an outer branch bloodline, vastly different from the Ying Family's orthodox bloodline, and was therefore not pure enough.
However, as the inheritance strengthened, Zhao Fu's Great Qin bloodline had long since become exceedingly pure. Zhao Fu acknowledged his identity as a member of the Ying Family, as well as the mission of that inheritance.
Today, Great Qin had reappeared in Zhao Fu's hands. Not only would Zhao Fu restore its former glory, he would create an even more resplendent Great Qin—blade sweeping the Eight Wastelands, sword scouring the Six Directions, achieving an eternal imperial hegemony, and making the entire Apocalypse World know the name of Great Qin.
Smiling, Zhao Fu walked down from the Heaven-Prayer Platform. Below, whether ministers or commoners, all knelt respectfully on the ground, their faces brimming with ecstatic joy.
"Rise!"
Zhao Fu swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke with a smile.
Everyone rose one after another, then bowed again with smiling faces. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on becoming the true king of Great Qin today!"
Zhao Fu lightly nodded and led them back to the Great Qin Imperial Palace. He now had two tasks: first, to confer titles upon his ministers; second, to establish legions.
Within the broad and imposing great hall, Zhao Fu sat on the dragon throne above, wearing a black-and-gold dragon robe and a royal crown, his bearing majestic and imposing. Behind him stood an exquisite black-and-gold screen, while those below were