Under the dazzling sun, beneath the vast heavens.
Great terror descended from the sky; its origins unknown, its departure unseen, like the fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, like the rising sun over a furious sea.
In Qin Shi's eyes, he felt in that fleeting instant that the heavens grew dim, the earth turned sullen; the great sun lost its light, countless stars faded from their glory, all of creation plunged into a bottomless abyss, the mountains and rivers looked ready to sink into a boundless river sea.
There was no celestial light anywhere.
Everywhere, the great night held no brightness.
At that moment, he finally comprehended what it meant for the Dao to stand as high as the heavens, what it meant for momentum to be utterly invincible.
In the face of absolute power, the status of young master of the Qin Family could not save him, nor could the ancestral shelter of the Qin forebears shield him.
