The First Emperor collapsed in a sand dune, and the Qin Dynasty died in the fifteenth year.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to Handan when he was eight years old. In the heavy snow, he was an abandoned hostage, a bastard that everyone shouted to beat.
A system called [The Great Will of All Peoples] was activated in the mind, bringing the cries of 1.4 Billion people 2200 years later.
"Five chaos disrupted China, and the Central Plains fell."
"One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians in Yashan threw themselves into the sea and died for their country."
"The three hundred thousand dead souls in Nanjing are calling your name - Zulong!"
The old and hoarse voice begged with his last breath: "May the First Emperor live another life!"
Ying Zheng knelt in the snow, his eight-year-old body unable to contain two thousand years of blood and tears. He gritted his teeth and swore to the heavy snow:
"In this life, I will never lose again."
"I want my books to share the same text, my chariots to share the same track, and I want all places where the sun and moon shine to be the land of the Qin Dynasty."
"I want those descendants who call me in despair to no longer have to kneel!"
