The black bird in front of him seemed to be alive, holding the black dragon below, or Chen Xuan.
The hall was no longer a hall, but a chaos. This chaos was important but also contained something else, something that Ying Zheng could not describe.
"Chen Xuan is the destiny of our Great Qin."
Ying Zheng just looked at the Xuanniao. He had no good feelings towards this thing that his ancestors had been worshipping.
After all, when he escaped from Handan, it was Chen Xuan who saved him and it was Chen Xuan who gave him the courage.
Everything that happened afterwards was accomplished with the help of Chen Xuan, which led to the emergence of Qin Emperor Ying Zheng.
"National destiny? Hahaha..." The black bird seemed to have heard a joke. It looked at Ying Zheng and slashed down fiercely with its right claw, startling Chen Xuan and causing him to wail.
"Are you talking about this particularly pitiful creature that was hunted from the Wei River?"
Chen Xuan seemed to have lost the ability to speak and could only wail. Apart from wailing, he was unable to even move.
This was the first time Ying Zheng saw Chen Xuan helpless, and it was also the only time he saw Chen Xuan being pinned to the ground by someone, or rather by an animal, unable to move.
In his eyes, in Ying Zheng's impression, Chen Xuan seemed to have always been synonymous with omnipotence.
Whether it was the two meteorites falling from the sky, or the emperor's subsequent travels, Ying Zichu's death, and the Qin emperor's ascension to the throne.
These are not something that can be achieved by human power or nature.
At this moment, Ying Zheng seemed to have returned to the day when he first arrived in Xianyang. On that day, a figure also collapsed in his heart.
That day was the first time he met King Xiaowen of Qin, and also the first time he saw his father Ying Zichu prostrate on the ground and crying.
At this moment, a figure also collapsed in his heart.
However, it was different from that time. He was confused then, but now he felt a little relaxed.
The problem of double-edged swords will never go away.
Just like the beast armor did to Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan was also a confinement to Ying Zheng, and also a double-edged sword.
When the sacredness of something is destroyed, it not only brings sadness but also a different kind of relief.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you act so presumptuously in front of my Great Qin clan?!"
He still drew out Tai'a and pointed forward, but it was different from during the day. During the day, Ying Zheng pointed at Hun Dun, but now Ying Zheng pointed his sword at Xuanniao.
Xuanniao seemed a little surprised. Something that is treated with too much respect will always attract attention to unusual behavior.
And Ying Zheng happens to be this unique person.
In the consciousness of the Xuanniao, it was opened at the moment when its consciousness was born. It was only for humans to worship and pray to it. How could anyone treat it like this?
It is just a sculpture that appears to be spiritual, or perhaps it is the fireworks that Qin has given it for thousands of years that have given it a different consciousness.
Perhaps, when Chen Xuan is not around, it will become the destiny of the Qin Dynasty.
Of course, all this is just Xuanniao's consciousness, and this consciousness was just filled in by Chen Xuan.
Originally, he wanted King Zhaoxiang of Qin to show his power, but after seeing the black bird sculpture, he had a better idea.
Rather than letting Ying Zheng make progress under the affirmation of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, it would be better for him to destroy his own sacredness.
For Ying Zheng, what he needed was not just the display of divine power, but the momentum of being the only one who was superior and looked down upon the world.
Only in this way can he be worthy of the title of Ancestral Dragon and the greatest emperor of all time.
Now, Chen Xuan’s so-called kindness to Ying Zheng, or his manifestation of holiness, is nothing more than forcing his own divinity onto Ying Zheng.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Ying Zheng is indeed the Son of Heaven, a unique existence in the world, the most noble person in the entire world, without a doubt.
But in Ying Zheng's own eyes, he was just a poor man who was oppressed by others.
Even without Chen Xuan, Ying Zheng could still unify the country, even though the empire he founded would collapse instantly after his death.
But at that time he was alone and no one could bully him or teach him a lesson.
The Ying Zheng at that time was the real Ying Zheng, the real Zulong, and the true emperor of all time.
Instead of being suppressed by Chen Xuan, even though its sacredness is greater, it can never reach the level in history.
Chen Xuan didn’t know what kind of Ying Zheng he wanted to create, but in his impression, perhaps the greatest emperor in history was worthy of Ying Zheng.
"What am I? I've been worshipped by your ancestors for thousands of years, and I've never been asked such questions." Xuanniao looked at Ying Zheng with an especially cold smile. "As for this ancestral shrine, it was built specifically to honor me. Why can't I stay here?"
The overwhelming power pressed down on Ying Zheng, and the surrounding chaos was like fire meeting wind, tightly binding Ying Zheng and pressing him deeply into the chaos.
It seems that the overall situation has been decided, or that everything has reached a desperate situation.
Chen Xuan was unable to resist. Ying Zheng was enveloped in chaos, and the badge given by Bai Qi disappeared without a trace. Apart from the jade seals surrounding him, there seemed to be nothing else that could move.
Imperial Seal?!
Ying Zheng seemed to remember something, remembering the seal hanging in the sky when he ascended the throne that day.
I was reminded of the so-called "the emperor speaks the law of heaven".
"This thing of yours may have been an offering from the Great Qin in the past, but from today on, it is no longer..."
Xuanniao originally looked at Ying Zheng with some mockery, wondering if this ignorant young man would say something shocking to the world.
In this era, even if rituals and music have collapsed, it is still unreasonable to disrespect ancestral totems.
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