Even today, the giants still remember that aura.
Not to mention the majestic power of heaven when Ying Zichu returned to heaven on a dragon.
Furthermore, Ying Zheng's reputation was even greater than Ying Zichu's. Although he had never met him, if a sickly person could die with such high spirits, then Ying Zheng, a legendary figure, must be even more terrifying.
The giant didn't know when he began to cherish his life so much, nor did he know when he forgot the ideas passed down by the previous generation of giants.
Looking at the young man in front of me, I only felt a sense of youthfulness, and even a little disgust.
The reason why he became a leader of the Mohist school was not because of his noble ideas, but because he was able to fight and fight hard, and was able to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Mohist school in the Qin State.
Facts have proved that the tycoon of that time made the right bet and the wrong one.
"Yuan, why don't you sit down? Do you have the right to speak here?!"
An old man stood up tremblingly and scolded the young man.
Although the candlelight was bright, it could not illuminate everyone's face.
But from some details, it can be seen that the giant is probably angry.
The old man's behavior seemed to be a scolding, but it was just a way for the giant to save face and let the young man named Yuan live in peace.
After all, Yuan is probably the Mohist who is closest to Mohist thought, and he cannot be defeated by his own people.
Yuan wanted to say something else, but after seeing who stood up, he didn't dare to refute and sat down obediently.
This is the old man, who can be said to be the longest-lived among the Mohists. Although he has not made any great contributions, he is still a figure respected by all Mohists.
"It's getting serious," the great man said with a smile, his eyes hidden in the candlelight filled with coldness. "Yuan is still young after all. The power in Qin is constantly changing hands. Although it is strong, it is just a facade. It may fall any day!"
The meaning of Juzi's words was extremely clear. First, it explained why he was unwilling to enter Xianyang again, and second, it secretly expressed his dissatisfaction.
As one gets older and has a higher status, he cannot stand the younger ones acting presumptuously in front of him. Saints are always a minority.
"Yuan, do you understand what the master said? Don't worry about it anymore. It won't be too late to go in after Xianyang City stabilizes!"
Tian Lao also smiled and then cursed Yuan.
Although he was scolding, he didn't look like he was taking anything. Instead, he seemed to be hinting at something, which made the giant's already gloomy eyes darken even more.
Yuan seemed to want to refute something, but was pulled back by the person next to him. He could only kneel down and listen to Tian Lao's scolding.
Just as the open and covert struggles in the room were raging, a dragon's roar was heard, and an extremely familiar force pressed in.
The giant seemed to have returned to the day when Ying Zichu died on a dragon. He was pressed hard to the ground, kneeling, repenting, and begging for forgiveness.
Although he is still sitting now, the giant feels unprecedented chill.
"What's that sound?!"
Everyone is asking.
What happened just now was not just a dragon roar, but also a vibration that extinguished all the candles in the room.
"Giant! Giant! Dragon! A black dragon!"
The darkness did not last long. The people who had been waiting outside came hurriedly with candles, shouting as they ran.
Dragon?! Dragon!
The giant had no strength left, and he felt that nothing belonged to him anymore.
Ying Zichu will definitely come to settle the score with him, after all, he almost killed the "Emperor of Heaven"!
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Chen Xuan looked at the people who were kneeling down, and he knew how much impact his words had on this group of people.
In this era, just having enough to eat is considered an aristocratic life, and everyone hopes for a good harvest of crops in the fields.
Food is precious at all times and is a top strategic resource.
In this era of low productivity, the products grown in the land are always scarce. If we encounter so-called natural disasters, we may end up having to eat our own children.
Not to mention good weather and good harvests, just the absence of natural disasters is probably enough for everyone to burn incense, kneel down, pray, and express gratitude for the so-called "Oral Instructions from the Emperor of Heaven."
Now the weather is good and there are no natural disasters, which proves that this year will probably be a year of bumper harvest.
Everyone was praising and excited. At this moment, they seemed to have a sense of identity, a sense of identity that was not based on interests.
"The Emperor's oral instructions have been delivered. Your Majesty, I will take my leave."
The cheers from below grew louder and louder, but Chen Xuan acted as if he didn't hear them. He apologized to Ying Zheng and was about to leave.
"Shenlong, please don't leave."
Ying Zheng's voice became louder at this moment, so loud that the entire Yongcheng, or even the entire Qin State, could hear it.
"Does the emperor have any further instructions?"
Chen Xuan then lowered his head and nodded, as if he was really waiting for Ying Zheng's orders like a minister.
"I originally came to Yongcheng for two reasons: first, to worship my ancestors, and second, to add the last emperor to the Five Emperors..."
Ying Zheng paused, as if giving the people of Qin a little time to react.
"...Originally, I didn't have a choice, but the Dragon God passed down the Emperor's oral instructions, allowing my Great Qin to have such convenience, and now I have a choice."
"Your Majesty, please speak quickly. I am a guide, and my duty is to guide the people of all realms into the heavenly palace. Although the workload is not heavy, it is still quite busy."
Although Chen Xuan's words were plain, some people tasted something different in them.
Lead? Ten Thousand Worlds? Enter Heaven?
However, no one dared to ask, they just kept it in their hearts and waited to discover it slowly in the future.
"I have established my father as the Black Emperor, to be worshipped by all the people. I wonder if the Dragon Spirit of Reception could convey a message to me and ask the Emperor of Heaven's opinion."
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