In the image, Meng Tian was kneeling on one knee in front of the young dragon with her head lowered.
His voice was very vague.
It was the sound of sharp swords cutting through the wind. The frequency formed by it carried a low, iron-blooded and murderous aura.
His voice slowly echoed under the dark clouds.
"Your Majesty, when you saw me, Meng Tian was already dead. Meng Tian turned her soul into a sword to leave a few words behind.”
"This subject's death is not worth regretting. It's a pity that Prince Fusu was unable to lead the people onto the right path.”
"Prince Fu Su is your perfect successor.”
The few sentences were extremely blurry, and some of them couldn't be heard clearly because of the distortion of the wind.
This scene only lasted for tens of seconds before disappearing.
Following that, dozens of swords filled in and continued to turn into images.
It was still the scene of Meng Tian kneeling on the ground.
"It is my fault that I was unable to assist Prince Fusu.”
A sigh echoed.
"China should not have fallen like this.”
"I will turn my soul into a sword and not enter the reincarnation cycle or the mortal world. I beg Your Majesty to punish those three sinners!”
As she spoke, Meng Tian did not raise her head. Instead, she pointed in the direction of Zhao Gaomu.
His voice was sonorous and dissipated in the wind.
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room rolled and filled the screen.
"General Meng Tian is begging the dragon cubs to punish those three sinners of Huaxia! Yes, we must punish him severely."
"If Gongzi Fusu inherited the will of Emperor Shi and took over Great Qin, how could China fall behind? In Great Qin, we would be 2,000 years ahead of the rest of the world!”
"That's right. Fusu is wholeheartedly for the people and the world, and he is Great Qin's most far-sighted person. He won't stop all thoughts of progress from sprouting.”
Meng Tian's words continued on the screen.
"Your Majesty, please take a look. This is the development of China that this subject has collected over the past few thousand years.”
Then, all the swords were drawn together, forming a freehand painting.
Each picture carried a concept that could be understood at a glance. There were no words, but it was more than a thousand words.
It was the flashing of dynasties.
Qin Shi Huang had established a system of governance that lasted for thousands of years and was at the peak of the world.
The Hundred Schools of Thought were suppressed, and Confucianism was supreme. It was used by the dynasties to serve the dynasty, suppress the people, and suppress all transcendental thoughts.
All the ideas that could make China rise up were all dead.
After Great Qin.
China had fallen into darkness and eternal night, falling into a dead-end situation that was lagging behind the world.
It was the Shunfeng Game that Qin Shihuang had created, leading the world for thousands of years! Everything was buried bit by bit.
From then on, the land of Huaxia became a saline-alkalized land.
The smell of blood in the scene was so strong that it almost soared into the sky.
Meng Tian's voice was still blurry. She knelt on the ground without raising her head as she spoke to Jiang Chen in a trembling voice.
"Your Majesty, did you see that? Did you see that?"
"This is the Huaxia you created in the future. Blood is everywhere, and foreign invaders invade. Now…we still haven't caught up to the world, and our people are still poor.”
"Is this really the Huaxia you want?”
"If the benevolent Fu Su had inherited His Majesty and annexed the thoughts of the hundreds of schools of thought, the soil of China would not have ended up like this. Those three sinners of China deserve to die!!!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Thousands of swords all turned into a black airflow filled with hatred and entered Jiang Chen's dragon body.
In the live broadcast room, the bullet comments were already filled with tears.
"General Meng Tian is right. If it's Young Master Fusu, the history of our Dragon Country will be rewritten and we will welcome a new glory.”
"Let the dragon cub represent the First Emperor and tear down the tombs of those three people! Only the dragon cubs were qualified to go.”
"Brother Zheng, grow up quickly and become more powerful!”
The young dragon Jiang Chen turned into floated in the air and watched everything coldly.
He had heard everything Meng Tian had said.
However, it would not happen again in the future.
He had obtained the ancient entry from the First Emperor and the correct entry from Fusu.
It was enough for the Dragon Country to once again rise to the top of the world under the illumination of his totem, leading for 10,000 years.
He just had to wait until he became a young dragon and let the totem entry take effect. He would officially become the Dragon Country's totem and send the attribute entry ability back to the Dragon Country.
It didn't take long for Jiang Chen to feel it.
The two new entries condensed from history had already fused into his body.
[Kill Life: Everything in the world, whether dead or alive, can be killed until it completely disappears in time.]
[Mountains and Rivers Forever: All the mountains and rivers in China, if the enemy enters, they will be automatically killed and will never submit!]!
Meng Tian's words caused a heated discussion on the Internet.
Many people sighed.
Some people found out that the earliest calculus-based ideas were born during the Qin Dynasty.
Many scientific ideas had taken root in China.
However, they were all drowned by basins of hot water.
The forums on the internet were all discussing this.
"Sigh, when Qin Shi Huang's Great Qin reached its peak, it was 2,000 years ahead of the rest of the world, but its advantage was completely wiped out.”
"That's why those three sinners deserve to die!”
"It doesn't matter. We're not bad now. We're just trying to get back the advantage we lost. Sigh, it's just that it's too late to get back the advantage.”
……
In Meng Tian's tomb.
The frozen dark clouds between heaven and earth began to move slowly, bringing with them a cold wind that blew on the ground.
This time, Jiang Chen's dragon body did not grow again.
Instead, the upper horn of the dragon head began to slowly grow longer.
The gaze in Jiang Chen's eyes was cold and silent as he floated in the air, overlooking the world and the mountains and rivers of the Dragon Country.
This piece of land that had almost no growth for thousands of years was different now.
What he inherited was not only the will of Qin Shihuang, but also the will of many historical events.
A dragon body condensed from a deep history.
He wouldn't let China return to the past. The Descendant of the Dragon was never inferior to anyone.
Jiang Chen noticed that his dragon horn was changing and growing.
It wasn't like before, where the growth was proportional.
It could be judged that he had started to transition from childhood to youth.
Jiang Chen felt a sword coming towards him as images appeared in his mind.
That seemed to be the Lulu Sword that had always been by the side of the First Emperor!
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