210 BC, July Bingyin, Sand Dune Palace.
Ying Zheng was leaning on the Xuanqi table. There were piles of bamboo slips in front of the case, most of which were memorials for seeking immortality and medicine. He had been unable to sleep for three consecutive days. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would see the meteorite that fell from Dongjun with the inscription "The First Emperor died and the earth was divided", or the strange alchemist who blocked the road last year and shouted "This year the ancestor dragon died".
