A golden light suddenly exploded from the sky and shattered into countless tiny light spots, falling crazily towards the land of Kyushu, causing the ground to shake violently for miles around. The civil and military officials of the Xianyang Palace of the Great Qin Dynasty were so noisy that they were holding wat boards in their hands. The Xiongnu gang of barbarians came to plunder every now and then. This must not be tolerated. There was a lively quarrel in the court, but Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the dragon chair, wearing a black imperial robe and a crown, had no expression on his face. No one could guess what this eternal emperor was thinking. Except for Chun Yuyue's group of civil servants who advocated peace talks among the people below, the rest of the generals were all warring factions and would never negotiate if they could fight.
