I am Ying Zheng, and I am also the son of Zulong.
On the day of the coronation, the nine cauldrons chimed together and the bloodline awakened.
The bloody sea on the battlefield of the Six Kingdoms turned out to be the altar for me to practice the secret technique of the ancestral dragon.
The carved stone on Langyatai attracted the messenger from the immortal world: "How dare you, the emperor of the human world, steal the divine way?"
I swung my sword to kill him, and used the immortal bones to create twelve golden men to guard the Great Qin Dragon Vein.
Epang Palace is not a luxury, but a giant formation leading to the fairyland.
Burning books and trapping scholars? It's just a matter of clearing out the ears and eyes placed in the fairy world.
What Xu Fu brought back from his eastward journey was the Guixu sea map of the Dragon Clan that had been lost for thousands of years.
In the sand dune palace, I closed my eyes in the coffin, while the officials cried and howled.
Zhao Gao opened the coffin lid, and inside there were only the immortal Qin warriors composed of twelve golden figures.
And I have led millions of Qin Yin soldiers to stand outside the Nantian Gate.
