With Mount Tai collapsing before him and meteors raining down behind him, Li Chunqiu was like a spark kindling the endless grasslands of the pre-Qin era.
As the Qin winds stirred a grand age of myth, the people within the Six Directions faced a new fate.
“When the Ancestral Dragon dies, the land will be divided. If the Ancestral Dragon does not die, what will become of Great Qin?”
Li Chunqiu murmured as he gazed at the still-young Ancestral Dragon before him.
Pre-Qin, Immortal Qin: the magnificent splendor of a golden age encompassing the myriad heavens.
