Long Su's heart pounded with a sudden surge of adrenaline as the skeletal commander's words reverberated through the chamber.
a resounding testament to the indomitable spirit of the Qin Dynasty's formidable soldiers.
As he envisioned the legions of warriors who had fought and bled under the banner of his father's empire
He felt a powerful connection to the legacy that had shaped his own destiny—the threads of fate binding him to a history that was both glorious and tragic.
Though his memories as Fu Su remained ensconced within the turbulent days preceding Jing Ke's assassination,
Zhang Han's vivid accounts of the First Emperor's conquests had ignited within him a newfound sense of awe and wonder.
The realization of the Ying family's grand ambition, the dream of unification that had driven their relentless pursuit of power, now seemed to resonate within his very soul.
As the dimly lit chamber pulsed with the energy of the spectral warriors that surrounded him, Long Su felt the weight of his responsibilities pressing upon him like the gilded armor of a bygone emperor.
In the shadows cast by flickering torchlight, he imagined the echoes of battles long past, the clashing of swords, and the thunder of war horses charging across blood-soaked fields.
Long Su rose from his throne, his gaze sweeping across the assembled commanders with piercing intensity.
As the memories of Fu Su's past and the ambitions of his own heart churned within him, he knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty.
Yet, as he considered the unwavering loyalty of Zhang Han and his spectral comrades, Long Su felt the stirrings of a mighty force within him.
" I am the oldest son "
Long Su's voice resonated through the chamber.
He ascended into the air, his form bathed in the spectral light of the moon as he hovered above the assembled skeletal warriors.
The empty eye sockets of his undead subjects gazed up at him, their unwavering focus a testament to their devotion and the unyielding will that bound them to the fate of the Qin Dynasty.
With a passion that burned brighter than the flickering torches that illuminated the palace halls,
Long Su declared his lineage and his purpose. "I am the oldest son of the First Emperor, the true heir of the Qin Dynasty. "
" Ying fu su is my name , Today, I swear before General Zhang and every loyal subject of Qin that I will rebuild our glorious empire, and nothing shall stand in my way. "
" Those who dare to oppose me shall face the wrath of my blade, and should the world itself turn against us, then only destruction will come for it.
" I shall not falter in my resolve to restore our legacy, even if I must reshape the very essence of reality itself."
" Warriors of Qin, are you with me?"
As Long Su's words echoed through the stillness of the night, a single whisper began to spread through the crowd of spectral soldiers, a response that carried the weight of their collective resolve.
"Wind"
"wind"
"Wind"
The shouting rippled through the ranks, a murmur that swelled into a chorus of voices, their proclamation carrying the force of a tempest.
As the echoes of their commitment filled the air, the skeletal warriors, both stomped their feet in unison, the very ground trembling beneath the might of their fervor.
It was as though the spirit of each warrior, the essence of their unyielding loyalty, now coursed through the ranks of their comrades, a spectral wind that would carry them to the ends of the earth in service of their king.
In the moonlit shadows of the palace, the echoes of their devotion seemed to ignite a fire in the hearts of every Qin citizen, the memories of their past and the dreams of their future merging into a single, unwavering purpose. As the soldiers stood united in their commitment,
As the lord of the seed world, he felt the weight of their trust, their belief in his vision, a beacon that would guide them through the trials that lay ahead, their bond forged stronger than the steel of any blade.
As Long Su witnessed the unwavering commitment of his spectral warriors, their collective response reverberating through the air like the pounding of a thousand drums, a surge of elation coursed through his veins.
He knew that the unity displayed by these soldiers was a testament to their unwavering dedication, a reflection of their indomitable spirit, and the shared bond that fueled their quest to rebuild the Qin Dynasty.
Embracing the intertwined nature of his past as Fu Su, his present as Long Su, and the very essence of his being, Long Su vowed to accept the responsibility that came with this newfound understanding.
He was the embodiment of a dynasty reborn, the keeper of a legacy that demanded strength, courage, and an unwavering commitment to the path that lay before him.
Suddenly, a mighty, dark bird burst forth from the palace, its majestic form casting a commanding presence over the spectral warriors below.
The regal creature soared through the air, its powerful wings spread wide as it surveyed the scene with piercing, intelligent eyes. Every feather gleamed with an ethereal light, a testament to the royal bloodline that flowed through its veins.
As the avian approached Long Su, it emitted a resounding cry that shook the very foundations of the palace, a sound akin to the roar of a dragon awakening from its slumber.
With a swift, graceful motion, the regal creature came to rest upon Long Su's outstretched arm.
"Child of the Ying family, build your first circle of faith; the hope of the past is still in your hands; our clan still needs you."
With these words that come to his mind and a strong impression,
As the echoes of the bird's draconic call faded into the stillness of the night,
In the moonlit sky, the dark bird's wings stretched wide, casting a shadow of nobility and strength across the ranks of the skeleton army.
The dark bird flew once more around the city before disappearing inside the palace again, leaving Long Su very confused.