Chapter 320: Great Qin's Ancestral Dragon, Protect Our First Realm

That is Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, the legendary Ancestral Dragon, the king who unified the realm, the king who created the title of Emperor for later generations.

And now, at last, one could behold his majesty.

Gazing upon Qin Shi Huang, before whom ten thousand Daos resonated and ten thousand realms paid homage, the people suddenly understood, their excitement boundless.

Perhaps the unification of the realm spoken of in history did not refer to the realm at all, but to heaven and earth, to the myriad heavens of the world.

His might, sovereign of all races, revered by all realms, opened the most dazzling chapter of Hua Nation's mythic history, gloriously radiant, inscribed across past and present, imperishable.

At this moment.

Even those who had never read history, who knew nothing of the past, merely by gazing upon that imperial shadow of Qin Shi Huang, seemed to grasp something in the dimness.

It was Qin Shi Huang who, in that distant age, took his seat at Hangu Pass, guarding the First Realm.

"That is our Hua Nation's ancestor, the Ancestral Dragon of Great Qin."

In Europe, a Hua Nation historian who had come to do archaeology gripped the arm of his European archaeology colleague, his face alight with excitement and pride, brimming with incomparable pride.

This is our Hua Nation's Ancestral Dragon of Great Qin!

It was he who built Hangu Pass, severing past from future, resisting the enemies of tomorrow, guarding the First Realm, blocking the earliest battlefield.

The Hua Nation people swelled with pride; people across the globe were swept up in frenzy, unable to quell the reverence that welled up from their hearts.

At this moment.

Gazing upon Qin Shi Huang's imperial bearing, his towering back, the hearts of the world were unified as never before, with only one cry remaining in their hearts.

Ancestral Dragon of Great Qin, protect our First Realm, sweep across the four seas, unify the eight wastelands!!!!

Many watched and thought: what an era of supreme brilliance this must be — it could never have been merely two thousand years ago.

Qin Shi Huang holding Hangu Pass, commanding the myriad heavens, bringing peace for ten thousand generations — the Pre-Qin could never have perished in such a brief span.

Perhaps something happened in the Pre-Qin, or perhaps the gods, demons, and transcendent beings left Earth, taking too much with them, leading people to mistakenly believe the Pre-Qin began only two thousand years ago.

"The spans between Antiquity, the Remote Antiquity, and the Primeval may not be what we imagine."

Professor Beishan murmured to himself.

Last time, in a corner of the palace in Heian-kyō, Kamikawa Mitsu had once said that the era of the Five Emperors was the Remote Antiquity, the Three Sovereigns were the Antiquity, and Sui Ren Shi was the Primeval.

The era in which Qin Shi Huang lived was precisely the Remote Antiquity.

But looking at the splendor of Qin Shi Huang's era, and recalling the era of the Yellow Emperor where Su Daji and the Qingqiu clan dwelt — the two were separated by such shifts in Shanhe and the passage of ages that they could not possibly be only a few thousand years apart.

They were separated by at least tens of thousands of years.

"Our history is far longer than we imagine. A single dynasty absolutely did not last only a few hundred years. Something must have happened to make people mistakenly believe and record it as such. Or perhaps that 'few hundred years' of a dynasty was not the few hundred years we know."

Many reached such a judgment.

On Earth's side, people thrilled at the appearance of Qin Shi Huang and speculated on the vastness of each era; meanwhile, in the other realms, heaven itself was shaken.

Some titans stared at the heaven-and-earth spectacle that Qin Shi Huang, bearing the nation's fortune, manifested as his dominion — looking at the village chief within it whose strength was — their faces twisted with utter exasperation.

"I've bitterly cultivated for several thousand years, and I can only be a village chief?"

Even ordinary people could see it clearly.

The imperial shadow manifested at Hangu Pass was Qin Shi Huang, but it was not Qin Shi Huang himself — it was merely Hangu Pass sensing a crisis and erupting with what had once been branded upon it, or perhaps triggering the descent of Qin Shi Huang's phantom.

As for the Pre-Qin heaven-and-earth that appeared behind Qin Shi Huang.

That was the nation's fortune!

The grand and resplendent spectacle of the Pre-Qin heaven-and-earth represented the immense power of the national fortune of the Pre-Qin dynasty founded by Qin Shi Huang.

Surely, in that distant ancient Pre-Qin era, Qin Shi Huang bore the nation's fortune, used it to guard the First Realm, forged Hangu Pass, severed heaven and earth from the ages, and held his post through the long passage of time.

The word "great" is already insufficient to sing of all that Qin Shi Huang did for the world.

The next moment.

The people dazedly saw the heaven-and-earth behind this phantom of Qin Shi Huang shift.

On a certain day in the distant Pre-Qin era, Hangu Pass was established.

The great enemies of the future surged forth once more, seeking to breach Hangu Pass, to invade the past, to annihilate the upstream of the ages.

On that day.

Qin Shi Huang stood firm at Hangu Pass.

Before the pass, a mighty war host followed Qin Shi Huang as he charged into the future of the ages.

Iron-blooded and solemn, a hundred streams converging, the very ages before Hangu Pass, beneath the charge of that mighty war host, transformed into an invincible ancient military formation, storming the field.

The ages before Hangu Pass thundered.

The 'Pre-Qin' and the 'ones from over there' waged the "Great Battle of Hangu Pass between Qin and the Five States," a conflict that flowed down through past and present.

Mountains crumbled, the earth perished, the firmament ceaselessly rained the falling corpses of gods — so many beings died that this stretch of the river of ages was filled with horror, with all manner of terrifying and uncanny events occurring one after another.

There.

The fallen soldiers became the ghostly troops of the underworld, spanning the battlefield, roaring with iron-blooded fury:

"Until our blood runs dry, until our souls are shattered, we shall guard our Pre-Qin, protect our First Realm, and fight to the death without cease!!"

Even in death, they would fight their way out of the Nine Hells and tread the battlefield again, as if marching to the very end of time.

"What Six States, what barbarians — so the Ancestral Dragon was never dealing with these at all. Those were actually… the great enemies of the future!"

The moment the words fell.

All fell utterly silent.

To forge an imperishable dynasty with one's own hands and shake the future — what spirit, what breadth of heart.

The Pre-Qin war host surged into the future of the river of ages.

"Guard our Pre-Qin, protect our First Realm!!!"

A white-haired War God roared, his cry severing three thousand realms, shattering swath after swath of starry sky.

Behind him, countless soldiers raised their heads and howled to the heavens together — heroic souls undying, battle intent towering — following their general as they charged downstream, plunging through stretch after stretch of future ages, surging toward the great enemies of the future, fighting bloody battles alongside their living comrades, bearing the glory of Pre-Qin, cloaked in the splendor of Pre-Qin.

To crush time itself.

Blood flows, souls scatter, yet the indestructible will, the glory of the Qin, presses forward without pause.

It shook the ancient, stunned the future.

Many, in shock, recognized him at once.

"That is Wang Jian—breaker of Handan, destroyer of Yan and Zhao, four-dynasty elder, Qin Shi Huang's teacher!"

Another era was pierced through—a middle-aged man, his body surging with terrifying crimson martial aura, yet his expression utterly calm.

His face was mild, yet his presence was awe-inspiring; one glance revealed countless shattered divine and demonic spirits wailing behind him.

"Could this be the Marquis of Wu'an?!"

"The Marquis of Wu'an?"

"That's Bai Qi, the God of Killing—the one who buried alive forty thousand Zhao soldiers."

"What?! He's Bai Qi, the God of Killing?!!"

Many were stunned—this middle-aged man looked like an ordinary, affable uncle, his aura even ethereal, yet his killing intent was terrifyingly heavy; one could see countless vengeful ghosts and malevolent spirits cursing behind him.

Wait!

"These divine and demonic spirits… there are too many. Where did he kill so many?"

Suddenly, many pupils shrank, and they spoke in unison.

"Forty thousand Zhao soldiers!"

As soon as the words left their lips, they all drew a sharp breath.

My holy uncle the great judge—could those forty thousand Zhao soldiers really mean forty thousand divine and demonic beings?

No need for doubt—it was confirmed.

The Qin dynasty's unification of the world referred to all realms of existence; Qin Shi Huang's power made heaven and earth tremble—humans, gods, demons, beasts, and Buddhas all retreated three steps, daring not to interfere in any matter concerning Qin.

Boom!!

A peerless war god stood atop a mountain of corpses, one eye blinded, yet he drove his halberd through a terrifying future entity, pinning it to this era as he roared with all his might:

"How dare the future dare to defy us of the past!"

Meng Tian!

Another of the Four Great Generals of Qin, this man was called in history the First Hero of Huaxia—now it seemed he was, in the pre-Qin age, the supreme war god of all realms.

……