In the year 221 BC
The grand city of Xianyang stood as a testament to the might of Daqin.
its walls and towers reaching skyward in a display of indomitable strength.
The heavens stretched out above the city in a vast, unbroken expanse of azure
the absence of clouds a portent of the momentous event that was to transpire.
A gentle breeze whispered through the city, its breath stirring the banners and standards that adorned the rooftops
their vibrant hues rippling in a silent salute to the splendor of the city below.
The sound of footfalls, sharp and purposeful, echoed through the hushed streets, a staccato rhythm that heralded the approach of the one who would shape the course of history.
Ying Zheng, his eyes piercing and hawk-like in their intensity, surveyed the panorama before him
his gaze lingering on the throne that symbolized the apex of power and authority. As he exhaled slowly
the weight of his ambition seemed to mingle with the very air he breathed
the atmosphere alive with the promise of transformation.
As he made his way toward the ninety-nine-step throne, palpable tension settled upon the assembled civil and military officials.
Their eyes, fixed upon the figure of Ying Zheng, bore witness to the moment of reckoning, their collective breath held in anticipation.
The chorus of footsteps was punctuated by the sound of knees meeting the cold, hard floor, a symphony of deference and devotion that resonated through the hallowed halls of power.
A chorus of voices, united in purpose and sentiment, rose to fill the silence, their words a pledge of fealty and allegiance.
"Long live the king!" they cried, their voices trembling with the weight of their conviction.
Ying Zheng, his Chaotian crown and dark bird crown casting a majestic silhouette upon the floor, seated himself upon the throne.
His movements, deliberate and measured, bespoke a strength of will that was both indomitable and absolute.
As he spoke, his voice carried the cadence of destiny, each word a testament to the trials and tribulations that had shaped the course of Qin's history.
"The Qin State, born amidst the wilds of the northwest, has weathered many a storm," he declared, his voice ringing with the pride of a people tempered by adversity.
"Yet, Qin has survived!" he proclaimed, his words imbued with a passion that seemed to stir the very air around him.
"Qin has endured the crucible of extinction, and in so doing, has emerged stronger and more resolute!"
"From the ashes of struggle, Qin has risen to become the dominant force upon this land, and I, as its sovereign, shall lead us into a new era of prosperity and glory!"
As Ying Zheng's words reverberated through the hall
the assembled officials felt the weight of history upon their shoulders, the promise of a new age dawning before them.
In that moment, they knew that the fate of Qin and of all who dwelled within its borders rested upon the vision and resolve of the man who now sat upon the throne of power.
As Ying Zheng's decree echoed throughout the grand hall, a profound sense of transformation swept over the gathered assembly.
The eradication of the six rival states marked the beginning of a new epoch, one in which the newly christened Great Qin Empire would stand as the sole governing power.
"I am the first emperor of the Great Qin Empire,"
Ying Zheng boldly proclaimed, his words imbued with the weight of destiny. "My name, henceforth, shall be known as that of the First Emperor!"
The civil and military officials, their eyes alight with fervor, responded in unison, "Greetings to the First Emperor!"
The air crackled with anticipation, as though the spirits of the heavens themselves bore witness to this momentous occasion.
One by one, the officials raised their voices in exultation, their adulation punctuating the air with reverence and admiration.
"Greetings to His Majesty, the First Emperor!" they shouts loudly
their devotion to their sovereign as resolute as the stone foundations of the empire he now commanded.
In a stirring display of fealty, the Qin soldiers followed suit, their armored forms bowing in obeisance as they knelt upon the cold, hard floor.
"Greetings to the First Emperor!" they shouted, their voices melding into a chorus of reverence that seemed to fill the very heavens above.
It was as though the world had been distilled to a single, indelible moment—the title of First Emperor, an invocation that echoed across the land.
"I shall unify the six warring kingdoms," Ying Zheng declared, his voice ringing with an unwavering determination, "and in so doing, I shall unify the world. The Great Wall shall stand as a symbol of our strength"
" a testament to our resolve, as we suppress the dragon veins of the nine states, safeguarding our Great Qin and protecting our people."
His oath, born of a fervor that seemed to set the very air ablaze, spoke of a legacy that would span the ages.
"In the name of the First Emperor, I swear that I shall defend our territory, push back the boundaries of our world, and vanquish the four barbarians that threaten our peace. "
" Together, we shall forge a foundation for our Great Qin that will stand the test of time!"
As the eyes of the assembled officials and soldiers bore witness to this sacred vow, they seemed to behold a glimmer of the divine
an aura that enveloped Ying Zheng and elevated him beyond the realm of mere mortals.
"Even in death," he continued, his voice echoing with the conviction of a thousand soldiers
"I shall become a dragon soul, an eternal guardian, watching over our beloved China for all time."
The radiance of Ying Zheng's words seemed to pierce the heavens, drawing the very sun and moon as witnesses to his oath.
To those gathered in the hall, Ying Zheng was no longer a mere man. His visage, bathed in the golden light of the sun
was transfigured, an emblem of the indomitable spirit that would guide the Great Qin Empire into an era of unparalleled glory.
The air buzzed with anticipation as the grand proclamation echoed through the palace halls, spilling out into the streets and alleyways beyond.
Nobles and commoners alike, their voices rang out in unison, the resounding declaration reverberating off stone walls and wooden rafters.
"Long live the First Emperor! Long live Qin!" they chanted, their fervor a testament to their loyalty and devotion.
A palpable sense of relief washed over the gathered crowd, their spirits buoyed by the realization that the era of war had come to an end.
No longer fractured by division, they now stood united as one people, bound by the shared vision of a prosperous Qin Empire.
The First Emperor's audacious dream, once a glimmer in the eyes of his forefathers, had become a magnificent reality.
With his indomitable spirit and iron resolve, he had toppled kingdom after kingdom, uniting the lands under his banner and carving a path toward a new era of greatness.
As the echoes of triumph and celebration continued to reverberate throughout the land
the First Emperor's legacy was forever etched into the annals of history
an unparalleled achievement that would stand the test of time, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Qin people.