Your Majesty rule the universe

Shang Yang felt that he had had an absurd dream.

Everything in the dream is chaotic, even oneself has no form.

But beyond imagination happiness.

It was as if his wish had finally come true.

The happiness of being recognized by the emperor he follows is nothing more than that.

He thought so.

"Are you awake? Get up when you wake up." A deep magnetic voice suddenly came from above.

Shang Yang raised his head, followed the prestige, and saw the majestic emperor sitting on a high throne.

"Your Majesty..." He murmured in a confused voice, "What's going on here? Where am I?"

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at Shang Yang: "This is my Hall of Valor. As for you."

The young man paused: "I just brought you back from the [center]."

Shang Yang was surprised: "[Center]! This..."

It was as if the light switch had been turned on, and the memories that were still unclear just now burst through the floodgate and returned to my mind.

Shang Yang's body froze.

He could feel that his spirit base was still there, even intact without any cracks, which contradicted what his memory told him.

"No doubt."

Ying Zheng's voice was calm but majestic: "I had a fight with [Center], and I also repaired your spirit foundation by the way."

Shang Yang looked at his emperor, but he didn't know how to express his violent and complicated mood: "Your Majesty, why..."

"You are my subject, even if you are going to die, you should be integrated with Daqin." Ying Zheng said without anger, "Even the [center] is not qualified to snatch my subject from my eyes."

Shang Yang stared blankly at Ying Zheng for a long time before slowly laughing: "In that case, let me continue to assist you."

"Until the [Center] is destroyed, the Hall of All Souls collapses, and the land of the East falls into catastrophe."

The emperor stared at his courtiers and gave his answer: "Yes."

8790 AD.

The late old man was lying on a simple bed, breathing weakly.

If you don't look carefully, you may even ignore the trembling of his chest, and mistakenly think that the old man is no longer breathing.

Although the cost of the old man's clothing is simple, there are rows of tall bookshelves reaching the ceiling all around.

The bookshelves are full of paper books that have long been discarded.

Humanity has long abandoned history.

Today, there is only one old man left, and he stubbornly uses all his energy and life to cling to this small space of books and history.

It is not easy for the old man to collect and preserve these books. His children quarreled with him several times, complaining that he spent all his money on these useless waste papers, and even ignored his request to pass on these books and history .

Perhaps, after his death, no one will remember that glorious history.

The old man thought like this, even breathing was laborious for him.

——Perhaps, without his care, this precious book full of teachers will also be eaten by insects and ants in time, and weathered into sand.

By that time, the inheritance of human beings will be completely broken, and even the documents will no longer be found.

How will those young children know what a beautiful place they come from?

The old man was a little sad.

Qin Huang Han Wu, a hundred schools of thought contend.

Poetry immortals fight wine, and heroes compete for the throne.

No one will know the history that is as bright as stars.

The old man sighed, unable to resist the exhaustion welling up from the depths of his body after all, he slowly closed his eyes.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly saw the light.

It was a fiery yet warm golden light, with a powerful sense of reassurance that one wanted to hold on to.

The old man struggled to open his eyes.In his blurred vision, he saw a tall young man walking towards him from the golden light.

Ying Zheng stepped out of the golden light, and his slender hand with well-defined bones grasped the skinny palm that the old man stretched out but was about to drop.

"Ah... ah..." The old man looked at Ying Zheng and tried hard to say something, but his voice was hoarse and difficult to speak.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and bowed close to the old man: "I know."

"I know everything you think. You're doing great."

"It's been so hard for you for so many years. Go to sleep with peace of mind. I will be your emperor and will always be by your side."

A line of hot tears fell from the old man's muddy and dry eye sockets.

Holding Ying Zheng's palm, he finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

It's like the moving feeling of peace of mind when you threw yourself into your father's arms when you were a child.It seems that all the grievances have been appeased and all the efforts have been affirmed.

After a busy life, I can finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

——I have exhausted all my efforts to engrave that glorious history belonging to the East with my life.

"I know." Ying Zheng lowered his eyes: "As a reward for your hard life, I wish you that you will get everything you wish for."

On the thin face of the old man, there was still a pure and reassuring smile.

At the moment when the old man stopped breathing, the earth lost the last person who remembered and guarded history.

The inheritance is gone.

The air was still for a moment.

Then, a huge roar sounded from the void.

The Temple of All Souls, whose existence is based on protection and whose strength is history and people's beliefs, began to collapse.

[When the people guard history, history will also guard the people. ]

[But when the people turn their backs on history, history will turn their backs on the people. ]

In the present world 7000 years ago, the dragon luck in the eastern land was cut off, and the spiritual veins dried up.

Three human beings who inherited spiritual veins and history knocked on the sky and the earth.

The gods of the east were moved, and they died to become the [center], replacing the collapsed way of heaven, and becoming the new backbone of the land of the east.

Now, after 7000 years, the inheritance has been cut off.

[Center] Destruction.

Catastrophe will overwhelm the land of the East.

The Hall of All Souls is no longer able to protect it.

Ying Zheng watched the old man turn into countless light spots in front of him, and then slowly stood up straight.

"The east is about to fall, and disaster is approaching, but the people are in a hurry to ask for help, but they can't find it anywhere."

"I Yingzheng, the first emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, should lead the Hall of All Souls and all the heroic spirits of the Great Qin Dynasty to incarnate as a new [center], continue to stand in the east, and perform the duty of guardianship."

After Ying Zheng's words fell, golden light immediately gathered from all directions, pointing directly at the sky and the earth.

Wei Zheng, Shang Yang, Xun Yu, Bai Qi...

Figures of heroic spirits appeared behind Ying Zheng, and the spiritual cultivators bowed their heads in silence.

"Supporting the sky, carrying the earth, this body and this country, thousands of heroic spirits, melted and turned into [the center]."

The golden light enveloped all the heroic spirits, and the spirit foundation of each heroic spirit began to burn following Ying Zheng's announcement.

Ying Zheng said: "If there are no dragons in the world, then I will bury this body and this country deep in the loess, and do it as the luck of the dragon forever."

The figures of the heroic spirits gradually became transparent in the golden light, but everyone had firm expressions, smiling and offering blessings for the future that they could not see with their own eyes.

Ying Zheng's golden eyes were like melting gold and the scorching sun.

Cancanshenghui.

"We will act as the [center] to guard the land of the east forever and return the peace to the people."

"We will be in the void, watching the land of the east forever - until the next time the sun and the moon fall, the sky and the earth will collapse, and a catastrophe will come."

[Your Majesty, what should we do if the new [center] also collapses? ]

[At that time, a new people from the East will stand up, incarnate in heaven and earth, and continue to guard the land of the East.The torch has been passed down from generation to generation and has never been cut off.until the end of the universe. ]