The Legend of the Eternal Ancestral Dragon

At the foot of Lishan Mountain, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. This imperial mausoleum, which has been sleeping for more than two thousand years, has never been truly glimpsed by the world. Deep in the underground palace, at the end of the nine-layer tomb passage, a huge bronze coffin lies quietly. There are dense tadpole inscriptions engraved around the coffin, winding like dragons and snakes, exuding some kind of cold atmosphere that transcends the times. If any modern archaeologists are present, they will be shocked by the precision of these words - they are not simply inscribed, but embedded in the molecular structure of bronze through some kind of nanoscale etching process. Inside the bronze coffin, a man wearing a black dragon robe was lying with his eyes closed. His face does not look like the majestic oldness of an ancient emperor that ordinary people imagine. Instead, he shows a handsome profile of about thirty years old. The sword eyebrows go into the temples, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the face is as sharp as a knife. His name is Ying Zheng. In the history books, he was called "the one emperor through the ages" and was also called a "tyrant". He unified the six kingdoms, used the same writings and tracks, built the Great Wall, burned books and harassed Confucian scholars, and his tyranny was as fierce as a tiger. But history books have never recorded one thing—— He never really dies. Two thousand years. He was not unconscious during his two thousand years of sleep. It was a strange state between life and death, like being frozen in amber of time. He can sense that the world outside the underground palace is changing, and he can sense the changes in dynasties and the vicissitudes of life. But the body is blocked by some ancient power and cannot be awakened. A very subtle "click" broke the thousand-year dead silence of the underground palace.