The Ancestral Dragon Returns, Lord of All Realms

"No system + group portrait stream + no heroine" "The Great Wall is still there today, but Qin Shihuang is nowhere to be seen." As time goes by, the Great Wall winds like a dragon and dominates the mountains and rivers, but the all-powerful emperor has long been submerged in the dust of history. However, in the torrent of time, is he not the "difficult to reconcile" in the hearts of many people? Thousands of years pass by like a white horse, and the world turns around several times. In an unknown place, an opportunity quietly gathered. It coincides with the rare spectacle of nine stars in a row. The night is like ink, and the nine stars shine, seeming to tear open the gap in time and space. A sudden violent wind roared across the land, causing trees to sway violently and branches and leaves to flutter like black wings in the night sky. In the dead sky, the fallen stars shimmered once again, as if there was mysterious power surging in the darkness. An unknown mountain hidden in the world, the silence is eerie. On the top of the mountain, a white-haired old Taoist stood with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the sky, his eyes deep but filled with panic. Immediately, he made a seal with his hands and muttered words in his mouth. As the runes flashed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered like a tide. In an instant, Lao Dao's face suddenly turned pale, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, and he staggered. He looked at the sky, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness, and murmured: "It's unpredictable, it's unpredictable..." It was as if he had foreseen a storm that could subvert the order of heaven and earth, and it was surging forward with ancient power.