As soon as Zhao Ling Xin opened his eyes, the faint image of the First Emperor behind, slowly dissipated in Zhao Lingxin's body.
The high-ranking leaders of the Empire all saw this scene with shock and couldn't believe their eyes, everyone, including Ying Huangjian, who was panicking and almost to the point of a heart attack.
"Impossible Ancestor, this must not be the truth." Ying Huangjian used his hands to tear both of my hair like a mad man because the sight he saw of his First Emperor was too incredible.
Regardless of whether it was a light or a golden dragon, no matter what, Ying Huangjian had never been as alarmed as he saw his ancestor's sight.
"What does this mean exactly?" Ying Huangjian mumbled to himself.
