Long Su's request echoed across the expanse, a chorus of protests erupted from the ranks of Meng Tian's deputy generals.
"You cannot go, General!"
cried one, his voice tinged with concern.
"What if they attack you?"
questioned another, his eyes fixed on the skeletal horde.
"These monsters cannot be trusted," asserted a third, his words heavy with suspicion.
Meng Tian, unperturbed by the counsel of his subordinates, addressed them with a calm resolve that seemed to quell the storm of dissent.
"If the leader of this skeletal army sought my life, he could have claimed it when he appeared before me. "
" No, we must discern the motives of this force, for the very future of our Qin Empire hangs in the balance."
His gaze swept across the ranks of generals, his conviction unwavering in the face of their apprehension.
With a steely determination, Meng Tian made his way to the base of the Great Wall, the hooves of his steed clattering against the stone.
The general rode unarmored and unarmed, a testament to his resolve and trust in the mysterious intentions of the skeletal commander.
As Meng Tian reached the skeletal ranks, they parted before him, creating a pathway that seemed to beckon him forth.
Dismounting from his loyal horse, which stood its ground in the face of the ghastly spectacle
Meng Tian could not help but compare the silent, skeletal soldiers to his own forces.
Despite their numbers, which Meng Tian estimated to be between 70,000 and 80,000, with less than 3,000 or lees wielding iron swords
the general was struck by an unsettling sense of their might.
He knew, with the instincts honed by a lifetime of warfare, that even with his full army of 300,000, victory against such an enemy would not come without great cost.
As he approached the imposing figures of Long Su
seated atop a throne of sheepskins, and Zhang Han, standing sentinel behind him like an imperial guard
Meng Tian bowed in a show of respect. "Greetings, great sir," he proclaimed, his voice clear and steady. "I am Meng Tian of Qin, and I offer you my salutations."
Long Su, his spectral eyes appraising Meng Tian, nodded in acknowledgment, his voice resonating with an otherworldly authority as he spoke.
The resonant timbre of Long Su's voice commanded Meng Tian's full attention, a subtle air of authority pervading his tone.
"General Meng Tian," Long Su continued, a hint of melancholy seeping into his words.
"Have you truly forgotten me? Look upon me once more, and speak my name."
Meng Tian found himself bewildered, uncertain of how to respond.
He had not anticipated such a peculiar request from the enigmatic leader of this skeletal host.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Meng Tian complied, his gaze locking onto the youthful visage before him.
He searched his memory, seeking a connection that would reveal the identity of the mysterious figure.
As he scrutinized Long Su's features, Meng Tian was struck by the man's appearance.
He had expected the leader of this spectral army to bear the visage of a fearsome beast, yet before him sat a handsome, seemingly ordinary young man.
His raven locks were laced with strands of white, like lightning streaking across a midnight sky.
The effect was mesmerizing, drawing the eye and demanding attention, ensuring that its owner would never fade into the anonymity of a crowd.
But it was Long Su's eyes that captivated Meng Tian.
They bore the intensity of a falcon's gaze, keen and commanding, as if their owner were observing the world from a lofty perch.
Meng Tian could not help but be reminded of another pair of eyes, which had once burned with fiery ambition as their owner spoke of uniting the warring kingdoms under the banner of Qin.
"Perhaps this will jog your memory," Long Su interjected, breaking Meng Tian from his reverie as he tossed a small, dark object toward the general.
Meng Tian's fingers trembled as they closed around the object
his eyes widening in astonishment at the sight of the jade seal nestled within his grasp.
The intricate carvings, the subtle hue that spoke of priceless rarity, and the undeniable presence of imperial craftsmanship left no doubt in his mind
' this was none other than the personal jade seal of their emperor, a treasure as unique as it was sacred.'
Legend held that the jade had been sourced from the farthest reaches of the empire, and its rarity was a symbol of the unity and strength of the Qin people.
The imperial craftsmen had poured their hearts and souls into the creation of the seal
ensuring that it would be impossible to replicate, a testament to the singularity of their emperor's divine right to rule.
As the weight of the jade settled in his palm, Meng Tian was transported back to a fateful day, six years prior.
The empir had been plunged into chaos and sorrow as the news of Prince Fu Su's disappearance spread like wildfire
igniting the flames of rage that had driven the emperor to launch a devastating assault on the Yan state.
The alleged masterminds behind the assassination attempt that claimed the life of the emperor's eldest son, the people of Yan, had paid a terrible price for their perceived treachery.
Now, standing before the very prince who had been lost to the annals of time, Meng Tian felt the threads of the past and present intertwining
the weight of a nation's grief and the spark of newfound hope colliding within his chest.
He looked into the eyes of the spectral figure, the depths of Long Su's gaze revealing a shared history that could not be denied.
Meng Tian's voice wavered as he spoke the name that threatened to tear down the fragile boundary between memory and reality
as if uttering the words would rend the veil that shrouded the truth.
"Prince Fu Su..." he whispered, the name hanging heavy in the air between them.
Long Su nodded, his regal countenance a testament to the legacy he bore—a living ghost haunted by the echoes of a forgotten life.
"Yes, General Meng Tian," he replied, his voice resonating with the deep voice
"I am Fu Su, the Eldest prince of Qin, the true hair to the throne house "
" I returned from the other world to protect my people and seek eternal guardian for our Qin Empire"
General Meng Tian's eyes shone with a mixture of joy and incredulity as he regarded the spectral figure before him.
"My prince, where have you been all these years?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.
"We searched for you everywhere, and the king, to this day, has not relinquished hope of finding you."
" But what of these skeletal creatures? Hiw can they stand up and listen to your order?"
The questions tumbled from his lips, a torrent of curiosity and concern unleashed by the revelation of Fu Su's survival.
Long Su held up a hand, a gentle, reassuring gesture that conveyed both understanding and authority.
"Take heart, General Meng Tian," he began, his voice imbued with a serenity that belied the tumultuous circumstances.
"The reason you could not find me was that I had been travel away from this world, taken by the immortals to be instructed in their celestial ways."
" These skeletal soldiers, mere pawns in the hand of the Immortal, are but a fraction of the army that I have forged under the guidance of my immortal teacher."
Mention the immortals was the fastest and safest way for the Qin people to accept the skeleton
When he take over the throne he need the people to accept him and provide faith for him
And the immortal, gods and Demons was what the culture and what everyone believes
Seeing skeleton standing will definitely Associated with immortal and he long su the immortal student
As Meng Tian listened, his eyes scanned the ghastly ranks of the spectral host, a newfound awe permeating his gaze.
Long Su continued, his words weaving a tapestry of unimaginable wonders, patiently addressing each of the general's queries.
"General, I must beseech you to send word to my father. He must know that I still alive and kicking but my time in here is fleeting and i need to return to the immortal side's"
" I am bound by duty to the immortal realm and must depart on a crucial mission within a day's time."
Meng Tian's brow furrowed, his thoughts turning to the mysterious events that had transpired two days prior.
"Your Highness, a strange, luminescent phenomenon erupted from the mountains before two days.
"It transforms the night into day."
"I have already dispatched messengers to inform the emperor of this occurrence, and he hastens to join us, though his arrival is still three or four days hence."
As the two men conferred, the spectral army stood at attention, an eerie stillness pervading the field.