Summoning: The Peerless Heir

A reborn person?

A System at his command?

When Qin Wushuang opened his bewildered eyes in a mass grave, one prodigy after another from the myriad realms began following him.

But compared to all that… Qin Wushuang cared more about who he was now.

Qin… What does it mean to be Qin?

The mighty Qin, marching to face the nation’s peril, fighting on through rivers of blood, never ceasing until death!

Qin… has suffered for a lifetime. This time, it must suffer no more…

At the summit, the heavens wept blood before him, while countless brothers stood behind him. Looking back on the mountains of corpses and seas of blood along the way, a faint smile touched Qin Wushuang’s blood-red eyes. He murmured, “At last, the Qin of today… can live in peace…”

The Qin are innocent, so why does the Ninth Heaven refuse to tolerate them?

If the world insists that the Qin are guilty, then the people of Qin will point their cold spears at the sky and fight to the death!

(History always calls the Qin a tyrannical dynasty, but how many of its crimes can you actually name? Since ancient times, history has been written by the victors. This story has blood, flesh, feeling, and wine. All it’s missing is you!)

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