The door creaked open.
The sun outside was clearly very bright, but not a single ray of light entered the palace.
A dragon roar came from the palace, as if to intimidate Ying Zheng.
It was extremely dark inside.
Just like the chaos that Ying Zheng encountered during his coma, there was also chaos in the hall.
The praises that resounded throughout Yongcheng seemed to have stopped, stunned by the dragon's roar.
In this palace, except for Ying Zheng, all the other people seemed to have lost their souls. They stood there in a daze, not knowing how to move.
A cold wind blew in from the hall and enveloped Ying Zheng, as if an invisible hand was trying to pull Ying Zheng in.
The chaos before his eyes seemed to be surging and rolling in the hall, as if it had a special interest in Ying Zheng's arrival.
There seemed to be a voice shouting in Ying Zheng's heart. This voice echoed in Ying Zheng's heart and mind, tempting Ying Zheng to step forward, tempting Ying Zheng to step into the chaos.
Chen Xuan seemed to have disappeared and never spoke again, and Ying Zheng couldn't see him either.
It was as if he had returned to the dream again, and everything was replicated completely except that he was not enveloped by chaos.
Everything around me disappeared.
Whether it was the royal robes, Tai'a, or the jade seal, they all disappeared without a trace.
Ying Zheng seemed to experience the feeling of being alone again.
"Zheng boy, it's time to go in!"
Fortunately, all this is just Ying Zheng's own feeling.
Ying Zheng came back to his senses and looked at Chen Xuan, who was full of confusion. His guesses became increasingly unfounded.
"Chen Xuan, you are urging me again."
Ying Zheng complained and turned his head to look at the hall. It was the same as usual, with no changes from the last time he came.
There was neither chaos nor cold wind, and there was no voice in his heart tempting him.
Everything is normal, as if it was just an illusion.
But Ying Zheng knew that was not the case, and the cold sweat on his back had not dried yet.
It's time to go in.
The praises behind him continued, but the dragon's roar was no longer intimidating, but rather a kind of echo, echoing the ringing of the bell that came from nowhere and the praises surrounding the entire Yongcheng.
Ying Zheng slowly stepped into the hall, crossed the high threshold, and entered the place where his ancestors were seated.
A wave of chaos came and slowly stuck to Ying Zheng's body.
The jade seal beside him flashed a jade light, and the chaotic man let out a mournful cry before disappearing again.
Ying Zheng neither heard nor saw it.
He was now just staring at what appeared before him.
It was a black bird, a black bird standing on a black dragon.
Ying Zheng clearly remembered that the last time he came, there was only this black bird sculpture, but no black dragon underneath.
Moreover, this black dragon looked familiar, and seemed to resemble Chen Xuan. If Chen Xuan had not been floating nearby, Ying Zheng would probably have made a mistake.
“Squeak…ah…”
There was the sound of wood rubbing together again.
"Bang--"
Ying Zheng knew that the door behind him was closed without looking back.
Without the sunlight outside, the entire hall became dark in an instant.
Because of Ying Zheng's order, the people serving in the hall had been dismissed long ago.
There were no lights, no light.
Chen Xuan seemed to be speechless, and the jade seal suddenly lost its luster. If Ying Zheng had not still held Tai'a in his hand, he would probably be a little panicked.
Endless darkness surrounded Ying Zheng like chaos, making him feel oppressed and even having difficulty breathing.
"Chen Xuan!"
Ying Zheng shouted loudly, wanting to confirm whether this was an illusion or reality.
There was no response, not even an echo.
Everything, everything, seemed to be swallowed up by the inky darkness and encompassed by this chaos.
An illusion?
Ying Zheng didn’t know that no matter whether it was an illusion or reality, he could only accept everything here.
Without Chen Xuan's protection, he seemed to be just an ordinary person, doing nothing.
In other words, it is because of Chen Xuan that everything has become so complicated.
"...After six generations of Qin, if Prince Zheng were to reign, the world would be united..."
A voice suddenly rang out, and a strange laugh accompanied the voice and came towards Ying Zheng.
"who?!"
Ying Zheng's right hand was tightly grasping the Tai'a sword tied at his waist. The jade seal beside him was no longer visible, so he no longer had any hope.
Now the only thing he could count on was the Tai'a in his hand, a Tai'a stained with countless blood and full of endless power.
There was still silence all around, and the sound just now seemed to have never been heard. It seemed as if everything was Ying Zheng's own illusion.
Ying Zheng's body was already feeling a little weak, and the endless darkness around him was crushing his body like chaos. A gust of cold wind also came along with the sound.
A thirteen-year-old child couldn't hold on for long after all, and couldn't endure this kind of torture.
Silence and darkness, apart from these two things, Ying Zheng could no longer feel anything else.
If it weren't for the belief in his heart that didn't allow him to fall, he would have probably fallen to the ground and allowed himself to be swallowed by the chaos.
"What kind of demon dares to act so presumptuously in front of me? Don't you know that this is the ancestral temple of my Great Qin? Do you still want to stir up trouble here?!"
Ying Zheng felt that his consciousness seemed a little fuzzy, as if he was lacking oxygen and was drowsy.
Now he couldn't care less. With a "swish", he pulled out Tai'a from his waist and pointed at the darkness in front of him and shouted angrily.
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