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The so-called Fengshan ceremony involves two parts: "Feng" is a sacrifice to Heaven, and "Shan" is a sacrifice to Earth.

When an emperor ascends to the summit of Mount Tai, he builds an altar with earth, burns incense, and worships Heaven; this is called "seal".

Then, going down to Liangfu Mountain, sweeping the ground and setting up an altar to worship the spirit of the earth, that is "Zen".

This was the highest ceremony for emperors to communicate with heaven and earth. Since the Zhou royal family moved east, no monarch had dared to perform this grand ceremony for hundreds of years.

And the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, was determined to be the first in hundreds of years.

Li Si, Meng Yi, and other close advisors followed closely behind, with elite armored soldiers providing layer upon layer of protection.

The mountain road became steeper and steeper as it went up, and the mountain wind became stronger and stronger, causing the jade beads on the crown to jingle.

Ying Zheng remained calm and composed, taking one step at a time with a steadfast and unwavering gait.

As the group reached the summit, the eastern sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

All the civil and military officials present were stunned.

Standing atop Mount Tai, with a sea of ​​clouds surging beneath your feet and distant, rolling mountains stretching endlessly, the world is vast and magnificent.

The sun slowly rises from the eastern horizon, its golden rays piercing through the night and spreading across the fields.

Ying Zheng stood before the altar, his crown and jade beads gleaming in the morning light. Golden light covered his face, making his expression unreadable, except for his eyes, which shone brightly, as if they could take in the entire landscape.

Behind him, Li Si, holding a prayer for the heavens, knelt and crawled forward.

The First Emperor took the bamboo slips and read them aloud in front of everyone.

The resounding voice echoed across the mountaintop, carried far away by the mountain winds, and then swirled back and forth by the mountain's contours, each word powerful and clear: "The emperor ascends the throne, establishes laws and regulations, and his subjects are ordered to rectify them."

"In the twenty-sixth year, he first unified the world, and none did not submit to him."

"Personally inspecting the people of distant lands, ascending Mount Tai, and surveying the easternmost reaches..."

After reciting the prayer, the man threw it into the fire in the altar.

The flames suddenly shot up, and wisps of smoke rose straight up, merging into the sky.

Ying Zheng looked up and gazed at the wisps of smoke disappearing into the distance, his eyes piercing through the layers of clouds and looking towards the horizon.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The assembled officials knelt in unison, their shouts echoing across the mountain peak.

Just then, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above.

A gaping hole was torn open in the sky, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing it apart. Dazzling golden light surged down along the crack, covering the sky and the earth, instantly enveloping Mount Tai in a radiant glow.

The cheers that had been rising and falling from the foot of the mountain and the hillside abruptly stopped.

Everyone present looked up at the sky in unison, their previous fervent expressions fading away and replaced by horror, fear gradually creeping onto their faces.

...

At the same time, in various parts of the Qin Dynasty.

The roosters had just crowed once, just as every household was waking up.

Uncle Wang was abruptly awakened by the chaotic shouts.

There was a commotion outside, with people repeatedly shouting, "Come out quickly! Something terrible has happened!"

He muttered a curse under his breath, casually threw on his clothes, and pushed open the door to leave.

But the moment he looked up, he froze on the spot, unable to move.

In the very center of the sky, a huge crack suddenly appeared.

Brilliant golden light poured down along the crack, covering the sky and illuminating the fields as bright as day.

Wang Bo had lived for over sixty years and seen all sorts of ups and downs, but he had never witnessed such a terrifying phenomenon. His legs instantly gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead slamming hard against the bluestone threshold with a resounding thud.

"Oh God... Oh God...!"

Hearing the commotion, Old Liu from next door rushed out the door. He glanced up at the scene, then collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "It's over! It's over! The sky is falling!"

"It hasn't collapsed yet!" someone shouted in a panic from afar.

"The sky is cracked, isn't that a collapse?"

Unable to argue, the two were filled with fear and could only kneel on the ground, too weak to even get up.

Some people, disheveled and shirtless, ran wildly out the door. A woman, clutching her child, was so frightened that she burst into tears, stumbling and banging on the ground as she squeezed out.

A man stared up at the crack in the sky, his face ashen, his lips trembling uncontrollably: "There...it seems like something is moving inside..."

Stop looking! Look down!

The older woman next to him hurriedly grabbed him, her expression terrified: "There's an unusual phenomenon in the sky! If you look at it recklessly, you'll be punished by heaven and go blind!"

...

Governor of the Northern Frontier Prefecture.

At the foot of the Great Wall, the soldiers guarding the city, holding spears, who were on duty as usual, were now all dumbfounded.

"???"

The centurion was the first to forcefully suppress his fear, kicking the dazed soldier beside him awake: "What are you standing there for! Report this strange phenomenon immediately!"

The soldier hurriedly ran a few steps, then suddenly turned back, his face pale, and asked, "Centurion, to whom should I report this...?"

"General! Who else could we report this to? His Majesty?!"

Before the soldiers' shouts could even reach the entire camp, the curtain of the central command tent was suddenly flung open.

General Meng Tian emerged, wearing an outer robe, his hair disheveled, his face still bearing the sullen look of someone who had just been woken up: "What are you howling about so early in the morning—"

Before he could finish speaking, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

"...What the hell is this?"

...

Peicheng, the county seat.

"My lord! My lord, come out quickly! There's a strange phenomenon in the sky!"

Outside the courtyard, screams and shouts rose and fell in waves, making Song's temples throb with pain.

What kind of trouble has she caused so early in the morning?

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Xiao He, who was rushing towards him. Xiao He pointed to the sky, his lips trembling, and he couldn't utter a complete word for a long time.

Song also looked up in the direction he pointed.

A huge crack suddenly appeared in the very center of the sky, and brilliant golden light poured down from the crack, spreading across the land and illuminating the entire world as bright as day.

"...?"

What the hell is this?

The celestial curtain descends upon the world, hanging high in the sky.

A clear, melodious female voice suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, reaching everywhere: "For thousands of years, China has produced countless heroes."

The Chinese have always judged heroes by success or failure. Success is seen as visionary and eloquent, while failure is seen as glib and unrealistic.

Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river, yet even the most outstanding individuals find it difficult to take their first steps.

But in China's thousands of years of history, there was such a person—

[The greatest of all time, only one like him.]

[Not an emperor, yet he lived a life surpassing that of an emperor.]