Ark Undead

While explaining to the undead, Ling helped him move the greatsword that was leaning against the wall and handed it to him.

The Undead then hung his greatsword on the hook behind his armor.

"Let's go."

The sun had not yet risen; only its afterglow shone on the horizon.

The Grand Commander outside stood ramrod straight, his expression solemn. Upon seeing the Undead, he trembled and bowed to him.

"Greetings, Divine General."

Anyone who has ever seen an immortal and has even a little bit of insight can immediately recognize that this strange-looking "outsider" dressed in full armor is the legendary divine general.

After all, the scorching heat emanating from him, along with the overwhelming scent of true fire, was enough to inspire awe in those who had received the power of true fire.

The immortal waved his hand and, guided by the Grand Commander, got into the car.

The carriage was spacious enough for an undead person to sit in and place their greatsword flat on their lap.

Ling waved to the immortal outside the window, seeing him off into the distance.

Sitting in the car, in the early hours of the morning, there were still people walking on the street, seemingly having just finished their lively nightlife and returned home.

"The immortal asked casually."

"This is... the emperor's carriage?"

"Yes."

The commander replied respectfully.

"These are the important officials His Majesty is meeting. If it weren't for the fact that this is a secret meeting with His Majesty, and he doesn't want too many people to know where you are or when you depart, it would have been several princes who came to pick you up."

The immortal nodded, without saying anything more.

The leader's words and actions elevated the undead to an extremely high level.

The immortal simply continued to ask.

"Your Majesty, do you have a carriage?"

"You mean the vehicles used by the Emperor when he travels?"

The commander paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, the Emperor does not have his own means of transportation, and he does not need one."

The Undead began to wonder: how could a powerful figure in charge of the Yan Kingdom not even have a means of transportation? What exactly was his daily work schedule like?

The commander didn't say much more.

The car made a few turns. The distance between the Rhodes Island office and the palace wasn't far. After driving for about twenty minutes, the tall and imposing city gate came into view.

But what puzzled the Undead was that this palace didn't look very big at all.

After entering the palace, there were only two or three narrow roads leading to the left, right, and front roads respectively.

Unlike the majestic and luxurious palace of Victoria, the palace of the Great Yan Dynasty looked like an abandoned palace that had been transformed into a scenic spot.

"There's not much to see inside the palace. This might not be what you expect from royalty."

The commander explained to the undead.

"It is divided into the West Palace and the East Palace. On both sides are places for servants to live, as well as guest rooms for people who accompany the emperor to talk all night."

"Actually, after the modernization renovation, the palace has become much smaller. Several princes live in a nearby community, while only the emperor remains here, sitting in the center."

The vehicle stopped in front of the central hall. The commander got out and opened the car door for the undead.

As soon as the Undead stood still, they saw the steps made of jade, with special braking platforms on both sides to facilitate wheelchair access.

Led by their commander, the undead climbed the stairs that led almost to the white steps and arrived at the front of the main hall.

The commander stood before the closed hall, turning to the side to gesture to the undead.

"His Majesty is waiting in the hall. General, please."

This means that someone who isn't going to die will enter the palace on their own.

He ignored the fact that no one had died, went to the door, put his hands on it, and gently pushed it open.

With a creaking sound, the sunlight that had just risen into the sky poured into the hall through the door opened by the undead.

The hall was completely dark, with no lights or candles yet.

But in that darkness, a light, like a firefly, flickered in the distance.

Even an immortal person can still see what it is.

There was a throne that was three or four meters high, and someone was sitting on it. In front of the throne were some things that looked extremely familiar to the undead.

As the undead entered the main hall, the commander immediately closed the door again to ensure that the conversation between the two inside would not be overheard by others.

However, to the undead, the scene of a door being suddenly closed by someone else and him walking into darkness was something he found somewhat nostalgic.

So the undead continued forward, getting closer and closer to the throne.

Only then did he notice that someone was sitting on the throne.

Yes, a person, a person with two horns on their head, wearing dragon-patterned clothing, and with a hunched back.

His right hand rested on the right armrest of the throne, his palm supporting his head as he dozed off with his eyes closed.

It was extremely difficult for the immortal to hear his breathing.

Keep walking forward, and you'll see things more clearly if you don't die.

His clothes were somewhat tattered, and the patterns on them showed signs of wear and tear. But not a single strand was covered in dust. Even in his faded yellow robe, he still exuded the majesty of a monarch.

The undead man drew closer and closer until he reached the throne. Only then did he notice that what was placed in front of the throne was a pile of unlit firewood.

Just as the undead were staring at the pile of firewood, wondering why they would find an unlit campfire here, a voice rang out from the throne.

"I heard from Liang Xun that you like this. It seems to be used as a bonfire."

The voice was extremely weak, yet it still sounded like a low howl from ancient times.

"After thinking it over, I think I've seen a similar scene in an ancient book. So I ordered people to arrange it like this."

The immortal looked up and saw that the emperor, who was sitting on the throne, had awakened.

His pupils were golden, and his face was withered, like a dried-up corpse, with only a wisp of life remaining.

"Well, I have a heart."

The immortal nodded. Since it was prepared for him by the emperor, he would accept the favor.

So the undead took the spiral sword from his waist and stuck it into the burning campfire.

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Sparks ignited from the ground, and the Undead could sense that the entire hall was filled with the aura of the Primordial Flame. With just a thought, he could ignite countless flames.

The flames ignited the pile of firewood, gradually rising along the blade to the hilt, illuminating the surroundings and the throne before him.

"Flames..."

The emperor sighed softly, his words filled with barely concealed joy.

"It's so heartwarming."

The Undead did not speak, but when he lit the bonfire, he already understood why the emperor did not need a carriage.

"Doesn't it look familiar?"

The emperor smiled when he saw the immortal staring at him.

"This is also a treasure you left us."

"Yearning for the throne."

"You do seem to call it that."

The emperor reached out and adjusted his position slightly on the armrest.

His dragon robe swayed from side to side with his movements, revealing his withered and shrunken lower limbs.

Then, a golden light flashed in the emperor's eyes, and from beneath the throne, streams of power spread outwards, quickly illuminating the candles placed on the surrounding pillars.

The entire hall was immediately brightly lit.

Looking at the old emperor, even the most oblivious person didn't need to ask; countless questions had already been answered for him.

"How long have you been sitting up here?"

The Undead were very curious: what kind of willpower and mental strength would a mortal need to seal himself off on the throne and imprison himself in a self-imposed prison?

"It must have been... fifty years."

The emperor's eyes were slightly lowered, as if countless memories were flashing before his eyes.

"I have been here for fifty years. I have only heard about the beautiful scenery outside from my children and grandchildren."

The emperor looked towards the entrance of the main hall behind the immortals, his tone slightly envious.

From the moment he sat on the throne, he never stepped off the ground again, not even once.

The prosperity and stability of the Great Yan Dynasty were due to the extraordinary contributions made by every member of the royal family.

To ordinary people, the emperor, who is high above all others, is nothing more than a prisoner who has locked himself on the throne for the sake of the Great Yan Dynasty.

The desire for the throne will gradually erode a person's body, slowly robbing them of their vitality in a slow, burning process.

But what did we gain after paying such a price?

It is a demon that rarely appears within the territory of the Great Yan. Even though in the south of the Great Yan, there is a curse inscribed by the gods.

It is a natural disaster that will never cause large-scale damage within the territory of Great Yan. With an emperor sitting firmly on the throne of desire, there is the power to encompass the entire territory of Great Yan under the protection of the First Flame.

Therefore, the Great Yan Dynasty did not need to consider building civilian mobile cities; they could live and thrive on their homeland, nestled against the mountains and by the water.

At that moment, the immortals understood everything.

Why do they say that emperors of past dynasties did not have tombs?

Because this entire hall is their tomb, and this throne is their coffin.

When they sat on the throne, they were already lying in the coffins prepared for them.