From the Start, a Flock of Birds Rescued the Emperor: The Ancestor Dragon Is Still the Ancestor Dragon

Qin Shi Huang unified the Six States, standardized writing and the width of chariot axles, and built the Great Wall to keep out the Xiongnu.

He thought that if he shaped the human world to his liking, his empire would endure for ten thousand generations.

But Heaven had other plans.

At the Fengshan ceremony on Mount Tai, assassins struck, but countless birds spread their wings to shield him.

Poison was slipped into the Yellow Pond, but a pack of dogs barked and exposed the plot.

The garrison at Hangu Pass rebelled, but a wolf pack occupied the pass and watched.

A white deer lay before the palace gates, while an owl carried a needle in its beak.

The beasts came to pay homage, not as an auspicious omen, but to save themselves.

They knew the sky was about to fall.

Ying Zheng did not believe in fate. But fate meant to destroy the Great Qin.

He personally led his army on an eastern tour, climbed Mount Tai, smashed the jade tablet, and pointed his sword at the heavens.

Heaven said: The Qin will last only two generations.

Ying Zheng said: While I live, Qin lives. Even if I die, Qin must not fall.

That day, thunder and rain poured down as every beast cried out in unison.

The ruler of the human world collided with the will of Heaven.

Later, the First Emperor died at Shaqiu.

Everyone believed it.

Only the beasts knew their king had not died.

He had gone beneath Mount Li to sleep.

They would wait for his return.

This is a story about a promise and the wait that followed.

For two thousand years, animals have stopped cultivating into spirits because they are all waiting for one person: the First Emperor, Ying Zheng