Chinese Superman

Chapter 156 Ancestral Dragon, Is That You? (Seeking Full Subscription)

The entire land of China, encompassing forty-eight prefectures and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, is contained within this tomb!

"Equal rights for Yin and Yang? The First Emperor was indeed tyrannical!"

"Not only will we build the Terracotta Army and form an underground army, but we will also take the entire country under our rule with us."

Standing in mid-air, Xia Xinghan's gaze was like lightning. After surveying the entire imperial mausoleum, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

However, he has another interpretation.

The First Emperor's pursuit of immortality and his decision to forgo human sacrifice in favor of terracotta figurines may well have been a testament to his benevolent heart. The layout of his tomb, encompassing the forty-eight prefectures of the nine provinces, may not have been a desire for the "world" to be buried with him, but rather for the entire dynasty to ascend to immortality, so that the empire could be immortalized alongside him!

Unfortunately, the imperial tomb didn't allow him much time to think.

This is the most dangerous place. Even if a master of the highest level were to rashly enter, they could perish in an instant. One must be extremely careful and cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

The air was thick with an oppressive, chilling aura of death.

Countless mechanical puppets and tomb-guarding terracotta warriors swarmed out from miniature mountains and rivers, from the depths of palaces, roaring as they rushed toward Xia Xinghan.

Arrows rained down like locusts, terracotta warriors charged, and poisonous fog filled the air.

Pulling himself out of his reverie, Xia Xinghan's expression remained calm as he continued walking.

The Nine Netherworld Suppressing Diagram was fully unleashed, forming an absolute domain with a diameter of ten zhang centered on him.

Gravity distortion, impervious to all laws!

He walked as if in his own backyard, turning all obstacles into dust in his path, carving out a straight passage through the endless army of tomb guards!

Strands of imperial majesty, like rushing rivers, emanated from the depths of the First Emperor's mausoleum.

Xia Xinghan's goal was also clear: sensing the source of the Emperor's might, he sped straight to the deepest part of the underground palace.

With superhuman speed and unparalleled martial prowess, it was simply unstoppable, piercing through countless palaces, crossing countless dangerous passes, and defeating countless waves of guards.

Finally, he arrived at a magnificent and enormous underground palace.

The palace is built on obsidian, with bronze pillars and gold decorations. The dome is suspended high, and the inlaid pearls form a complete twenty-eight constellation map that rotates slowly.

In the center of the palace, instead of the dragon throne one might imagine, there was a massive, mountain-like, dark platform.

On the high platform, a giant coffin, ten zhang long and entirely black, was placed quietly.

The coffin was made of an unknown material, possibly meteorite iron or wood that is now extinct.

The surface of the coffin is decorated with reliefs of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and people worshipping, with faint shadowy images of nine dragons circling around it.

Even in peacetime, it would be extraordinary; now that its spiritual energy has been restored, it has become a quasi-national treasure, radiating a heavy pressure that makes the space itself seem to freeze.

This is the Emperor's Coffin!

Is the First Emperor of Heaven sleeping within it?!

Xia Xinghan landed below the high platform and looked up at the coffin.

He could sense that the source of the terrifying imperial aura that permeated the entire First Emperor's Mausoleum and even influenced the outside world was within this coffin.

Xia Xinghan became alert and on high alert.

No one knows whether the First Emperor will be resurrected, or if he will be like Lady Xin Zhui from the Mawangdui Han Tomb.

"Click—click—crack—"

A dull yet clear friction sound rang out from the lid of the giant iron coffin.

The heavy coffin lid slowly slid to one side, revealing a crack.

A hand covered by the sleeve of a black dragon-patterned robe reached out from the gap and rested on the edge of the coffin.

The hand showed no signs of decay; its knuckles were distinct, and its skin was pale, yet it faintly shimmered with a dark golden luster, containing unimaginable, immense power. Every line of its skin exuded the majesty accumulated over the years.

"It's alive!"

Xia Xinghan's pupils contracted slightly, and his aura began to rise rapidly.

He is adjusting his state.

To put yourself at a true peak.

Looking across the world, perhaps only the Holy Envoy and the Ancestral Dragon can make Xia Xinghan take them seriously.

Immediately afterwards, the coffin lid slid open even wider.

A figure slowly sat up from the coffin.

He wore a black robe with gold patterns and twelve embroidered symbols, and a flat crown with tassels that covered most of his face, leaving only his hard jawline and pale lips visible.

There was no overwhelming death aura or violent killing intent emanating from him, only a bottomless silence and majesty.

as well as----

A faint sense of bewilderment and vicissitude, as if just awakened from an ancient slumber.

He sat there in the coffin, neither getting up nor looking at Xia Xinghan, but simply raising his head slightly, as if gazing through the palace dome at some distant, unseen place.

He raised his hand again and rotated it left and right to examine it.

It seems to be thinking, is this what immortality is?

Did I succeed?

Silence permeated the empty, deathly silent underground palace.

Finally, Xia Xinghan spoke first, his voice calm yet clearly echoing in the hall: "Ancestral Dragon, is that you?"

First Emperor?

The figure sitting in the coffin seemed to move slightly.

The crown tassels swayed slightly, and a deep, hoarse voice slowly rose, not answering directly, but instead asking, "What year is it tonight?"

Xia Xinghan paused for a moment, then said succinctly: "2026."

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"More than 2,200 years have passed since the Qin Dynasty ended with the Second Emperor. Today, we are China, and our mountains and rivers still stand. However, the world has undergone dramatic changes, the spirit has been revived, and the people have suffered."

"The Qin Dynasty — perished after two generations — two thousand two hundred years — China —"

The deep voice repeated these words.

Each word seemed to carry immense weight.

He fell silent again, and his fingers, resting on the edge of the coffin, tapped the coffin almost imperceptibly.

Xia Xinghan keenly sensed that this resurrected ancestral dragon did not seem to have any intention of immediately launching an attack and wreaking havoc on the world.

Completely different from Lady Xin Zhui!

this is a good news.

The First Emperor's state was more like a state of contemplation and observation after being forcibly awakened; beneath his boundless majesty, there seemed to be more complex emotions hidden.

There's no time to investigate further!

Xia Xinghan was worried about the situation outside.

He took a deep look at the figure in black robes sitting in the coffin, silent as a mountain, and without further hesitation, he retreated rapidly!

"Your Majesty, the land is in turmoil, and the people are suffering terribly. Please excuse me for leaving now, and we will talk again later."

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the First Emperor's Mausoleum at top speed.

The dark blue barrier that suppressed the First Emperor's Mausoleum and the Terracotta Army could not stop Xia Xinghan in the slightest. He passed right through it and reappeared above Chang'an City.

"Lord Martial Ancestor?"

"Great! It's Lord Martial Ancestor who has emerged!"

"Lord Martial Ancestor, what's the situation inside?"

The four heirs, still shaken, recognized the newcomers and asked with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"The First Emperor has been resurrected."

"!!"

Just four words were enough to make everyone feel suffocated.

In the past, when Lady Xin Zhui was resurrected, it took a general who had spent most of his life to slay the demon with his sword.

Now it's the First Emperor, the greatest emperor of all time. Who knows how powerful he really is?

Guaranteed minimum guarantee!

That's right, it's a safety net. The reason it's called "Holy Executioner" is because we don't know what exists above "Holy Executioner".

"But I observe that the Ancestral Dragon is in a stable state, so it should not cause a major spiritual disaster."

Xia Xinghan did not offer much explanation.

He soared into the sky, flew high into the air, and then, with his superhuman vision, surveyed the entire Xia Kingdom, seeing the yin and yang energies of Mount Tai reaching the heavens.

At the foot of the Great Wall, churning corpses and ghostly soldiers; the underworld of Fengdu—

Many more people and many more cities are waiting for rescue and struggling in despair.

"Honey, is there any hope for us?"

"Waaaaah—Mommy, I'm scared—"

"hold me!"

"Someone will save us! They definitely will!"

"Die, die, ha ha ha! I've wanted the world destroyed for ages, let's all die together!"

"If I were Ye Wenjie, I would press the button like crazy!"

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"Help! I don't want to die! I haven't spent all my money yet!"

"Don't be afraid, the long history of mankind is woven from countless miracles."

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, our romance will last until death, I love you."

In my ears, billions of sounds roared.

Cries for help, sobs, and roars—from all directions, from every corner of Xia Kingdom, converged into a soul-tearing sonic wave, frantically assaulting Xia Xinghan's super hearing.

Each syllable represents a life falling into an abyss, and every second, hundreds of sounds come to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, an unimaginable burden fell on Xia Xinghan's small, tender shoulders.

The massive amount of information brought by his super vision and super hearing, along with countless negative energies of despair, pessimism, and distortion, crashed against his mental defenses like a tsunami.

He is a superhero, but he is only three years old.

Even disregarding biological age, an ordinary college student is not a savior.

No?

That's definitely not the case!

Xia Xinghan never claimed to be a savior.

The word "savior" is written in the Bible, not in the Xia Kingdom.

But—he simply wanted to save people within his power! There was no motive, and no reason needed!!

Simply because it's strong enough!

With all the power imaginable, I fear nothing to turn the tide!

0.5 seconds.

This was a time of confusion, bewilderment, and hesitation for Xia Xinghan.

0.5 seconds later, Xia Xinghan cleared his mind of all distractions, and his super brain began to operate at an unprecedented speed.

A vast map of the Xia Kingdom formed in my mind, followed by countless red dots of all sizes and population density.

He tried to calculate the optimal rescue route from countless "most critical" distress calls.

However, there were too many variables and too many disasters, as if the entire country was burning and collapsing at the same time!

Just as he was about to make a decision, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Below, the land of Kyushu groaned in agony, overwhelmed by the burden!

It wasn't just a local earthquake, but the entire Xia Kingdom's territory, from east to west and from south to north, as if the earth's crust was being violently torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands!

The vast and beautiful land mourned in the devastating earthquake.

Countless enormous, bottomless cracks, like hideous scars, instantly spread across the earth.

Mountains collapsed, rivers changed course, and plains crumbled!

This is a truly devastating earthquake that swept across the entire country!

Xia Xinghan's expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He instantly recalled the "Reborn Doomsday Report".

One of the reborn individuals, codenamed "Lu Chen," describes the apocalypse—

A terrifying earthquake exceeding magnitude 12 swept across the globe, and within the Great Xia Dynasty, over 90% of the 1.4 billion people on Earth perished!

"Apocalyptic cold, zombie apocalypse, earthquake apocalypse, cursed apocalypse—how could so many apocalypses erupt at the same time?!"

"Could it be that Mother Earth, fighting against ten opponents at once, finally—couldn't hold on any longer?!"

Undoubtedly, this is the second phase of the spiritual revival, but no one expected that the second phase would lead to so many apocalyptic outbreaks.

It's hard to imagine whether those doomsday prophecies took advantage of the moment when Earth "broke through" its doomsday prophecy.

Xia Xinghan almost instinctively transformed into a streak of light, instantly plunging down onto the violently trembling earth.

He bent his knees slightly and pressed his hands hard on the undulating ground, which seemed to be alive!

It's unbelievable that the ground, which should have been cold, is now scalding hot.

"Hold on!!!"

With a low roar, his entire bio-force field erupted without reservation.

An invisible bio-force field, with unprecedented strength and breadth, spread wildly along his palm, like the most resilient invisible giant net, covering the entire land and firmly "holding down" the wildly tearing and shifting earth tectonic plates below!

(Overlooking the Mausoleum of the First Emperor)

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