I transmigrated into the last guardian of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. The moment I opened my eyes, I was already in dire straits.
The Terracotta Warriors would awaken en masse in three days, and Chang'an would become a city of ghosts.
I pulled out my phone and called the police. “Officer, I’m Qin Shi Huang. Something is coming up from beneath Mount Li.”
The dispatcher was silent for three seconds. “Comrade, stay on the line. Bureau 749 is on its way.”
When the might of the nation collides with the ruins of the Immortal Qin...
A leading archaeologist deciphers ancient witchcraft spells, special forces line up with spirit-energy rifles, and satellites lock onto every terracotta figure in the underground palace.
But the jade pendant on my chest is growing hot. It lets me see an even more terrifying future:
Beneath the sea of mercury, the Twelve Golden Figures have opened their eyes.
What the First Emperor left behind was never just a mausoleum. It was an entire army of Immortal Qin, waiting for the spiritual qi revival so they could crush the mortal world beneath their feet.
Now the countdown has begun.
Either the whole nation becomes immortal, or the whole nation turns to ash.
