"Two thousand years, in the blink of an eye."
"I'm going to join the world!"
The dragon coffin vibrated, and the sound seemed to come from ancient times, extremely majestic.
The majesty of the First Emperor has lasted for thousands of years. The figures made of clay are all kneeling down at this moment, kowtowing towards the dragon coffin, as if to welcome the king from thousands of years ago.
Wang Jian knelt down on one knee.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"
Meng Tian respected him extremely.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"
Bai Qi's killing intent was overwhelming.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"
Countless Qin terracotta warriors, their voices buzzing, just like the fearful power of the Qin two thousand years ago, are overwhelmingly sweeping in at this moment, and the dragon coffin is slowly sinking.
In the dragon coffin, Qin Shihuang's eyes suddenly opened.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
