Ying Zheng straightened his clothes and stepped onto the stairs step by step.

Just like the day he ascended the throne, the sound of bells suddenly rang out.

It seemed as if countless people were praising, and the praise surrounded the entire palace and the entire Yongcheng.

"...Valiant Qin, let us face the national crisis together. Valiant Qin, let us recover our land. The battle will not end until our blood is shed and we die... With the world in turmoil, how can there be peace and tranquility? Qin has sharp warriors, who can challenge them..."

The soldiers below seemed to be touched as well, and they unconsciously followed suit and shouted out.

Even though there were only a hundred or twenty soldiers, they shouted out with the momentum of a mighty army.

Ying Zheng walked slowly in this posture, and had not even walked halfway up the stairs.

The stairs were not long, but not short either. Ying Zheng had almost climbed up and had only stepped over halfway when the sound of the bells disappeared.

A drumbeat sounded, accompanied by the sound of weapons clashing.

The praises around me also began to change.

"...Who says I have no clothes? I share my robes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. We share the same hatred! Who says I have no clothes? I share my coat with you... When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. I will march with you..."

The soldiers below seemed to be adapting to this praise, waving their weapons and shouting continuously.

The whole Yongcheng was in celebration.

Everyone was like crazy, kneeling on the street, kneeling on the ground, praising along with the great sound between heaven and earth.

The sun in the sky is exceptionally bright.

There wasn't even a cloud in the blue sky.

Ying Zheng was still walking, and had already walked most of the stairs. The royal robe on his body seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the black dragon coiled on it, as well as the territory of the Qin Dynasty, seemed to be ready to move.

The blue sky suddenly darkened, and everyone saw a person walking in the sky.

This man was dressed in a black royal robe with a black dragon coiled around it and territorial patterns. He wore a crown to hold his hair together, and twelve tassels in front and behind covered his face. He had Tai'a on his waist and a jade seal hanging from his body.

A surge of power followed.

As if corresponding to the great sound between heaven and earth, this power penetrated into everyone's heart.

Having climbed the stairs to the end, Ying Zheng put his hands on the palace door of the main hall, on the door of the ancestral worship.

“Squeak…ah…”

A decaying sound was heard, and everything in the hall appeared in front of Ying Zheng.

At the same time, a dragon roar resounded throughout Yongcheng, and even the surrounding cities could hear it clearly.

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