Emperors fight for hegemony, and the whole world is the game.
The blue star suddenly changes, and the fate of the country faces a duel. Each civilization will awaken the soul of its ancestors and use history as a blade to compete for the fate of all races.
However, there is a terrible historical fault in China! During the five thousand years of Huanghuang, many scholars were famous and heroes emerged in large numbers, but no one passed it down and no one remembered it. Emperor Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Zong of Tang and Song Dynasty, Emperor Yongle, and even the great men of modern times... All their names and achievements were wiped out in the dust.
The descendants of China have blood, but they have lost their souls.
When the Jinmu Emperor Xu Fu, carrying the monstrous mist and Yamata no Orochi, approached the Chinese battlefield with a ferocious smile, the whole country was at a loss and filled with despair.
At this time, the time traveler Chen Yi was chosen by the will of the country and stepped onto the empty altar alone.
Facing Xu Fu's teasing and greedy eyes, Chen Yi just smiled disdainfully, and his voice was like gold and iron, shaking the heavens:
"Sweep the Liuhe, control the eight wastelands, and unify the six countries. Cars on the same track, books with the same text, build the Great Wall. Suppress the barbarians, defeat the Xiongnu, establish the foundation of China, and unify the territory of thousands of miles -"
His eyes were like lightning and he spoke word by word:
"Welcome to you, Qin Shihuang, the only emperor of the ages!"
As soon as the words fell, the world was shocked!
The nine dragons roared, black robes were added to the body, and a shadow of an emperor standing tall on the sky came from the end of time and space. Just one glance, looking at everything.
Xu Fu, who was still arrogant just now, felt as if he was struck by lightning, his whole body trembled violently, and boundless fear overwhelmed his will. He knelt down on the ground with a thump, touched his forehead to the dust, his voice trembled and said:
"Old... Old slave Xu Fu... Pays homage to Your Majesty!"
The shadow of the First Emperor was indifferent and silent. The pressure that had been silent for thousands of years had already explained everything.
