Skyscrapers towered into the clouds.
Brightly colored signs and neon lights.
All kinds of aircraft roared overhead from time to time.
Warriors wore laser swords at their waists and carried Gatling guns on their shoulders.
This was Great Qin as it stood today.
The mighty Great Qin, with its culture stretching back thousands of years.
It was nothing like what they had imagined. Technology was everywhere.
An intense cyberpunk aesthetic greeted them at every turn.
Son Gohan and the others entered the city without trouble.
They took in the sights along the way, asking where to find the best food and the most beautiful scenery.
None of them were ordinary people, and nothing impeded their progress.
Meanwhile.
At the imperial palace of the Great Qin Empire.
The First Emperor sat high upon his throne.
He was tall and imposing, his gaze commanding respect without a hint of anger.
Having attained immortality long ago, he bore no trace of age on his face and still looked as he had in his youth.
Today, the First Emperor wore no dragon robe. He simply sat on the dragon throne in a training outfit.
His long, jet-black hair was tied back with meticulous care, neat and tidy.
Time had treated this Ancestral Dragon well, and the formidable Great Qin Empire was the best proof of that.
The First Emperor swiped across the tablet in his hand, reviewing memorials.
Over a hundred officials sat upright in the great hall, silent and not daring to make a sound as they waited for the First Emperor to speak.
The First Emperor set down his tablet, raised his head, and swept his gaze over the officials.
There was no denying that the First Emperor possessed an extraordinary presence.
None of these officials could compare to the imperial bearing