Ark Undead

The chief eunuch originally wanted to remind the immortal that going directly to the national treasury to take things might not be in accordance with procedure.

But thinking back, who is this person in front of me? He is on equal footing with the Emperor, and to this person, the Great Yan treasury is at most just a warehouse in his own backyard.

"take me."

Upon hearing the words "immortal," the head eunuch immediately bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

"promise."

...

Not long after the immortals left, the palace welcomed another guest.

This person had a head of white hair that was loose down his back, and his face had smooth skin, like that of a baby, but he had a soft beard on his chin.

Dressed in a long black robe, she walked steadily into the palace step by step.

The palace guards standing at the gate did not dare to stop the old man, but only whispered.

"Old Celestial Master, His Majesty has just finished his conversation with the divine general and is currently resting in the palace."

"Ok, I know."

Although the old master's voice showed signs of age, it was still full of energy, suggesting that he had a good way of maintaining his youth and health.

"I'll go talk to him."

As he spoke, the old master waved his sleeve, and the door opened automatically with a creak.

Then, he stepped inside, wearing cloth shoes.

Without waiting for the guards to close the door for him, he flicked his sleeve again, and the main gate of the hall slowly closed, returning to its previous state.

The palace was brightly lit, and even in front of the throne, a bonfire was still burning.

The old emperor did not rest inside as the guards had told him. Instead, he leaned on his throne, staring blankly at the campfire in front of him, lost in thought.

When he saw the old Celestial Master push the door open and enter, he raised his eyes slightly and then realized who it was.

"Teacher, you've arrived."

"Yes, I heard that the divine general has already left, so I came to check on him."

The old celestial master slowly walked to the fire, stared at it for a long time, and then took a deep breath.

"As expected of my Great Flame God General..."

“What the divine general thinks is beyond the reach of ordinary people. I have already told the divine general my plan. After thinking for a moment, the divine general only said the word ‘arrogance’ and then agreed.”

The emperor, with a wry smile on his face, continued.

"Though I cannot see the expression on the divine general's face, I imagine he is not overly pleased, yet he still spared this handful of true fire. Although the divine general understands my hard work, I am truly flattered and unsure whether I have received a reward or..."

The old master shook his head and offered words of comfort.

"There is no need to blame yourself. Your Majesty, you have devoted yourself to the Great Yan for fifty years, and you have never stepped out of the palace gates during these fifty years. This true fire must have been left behind by a divine general. It will dissipate on its own in two or three years. You have no need to panic."

"Really?"

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought the god had damaged my essence just to alleviate my temporary pain. I almost became a sinner for all eternity."

The old master chuckled.

"Your Majesty is unaware that the Divine General has not withdrawn the True Fire that was severed from the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, and has even alleviated the pressure around the Ten Thousand Demon Cave. Now, it is a thousand times easier to manipulate the earth veins around the Ten Thousand Demon Cave than it was a few years ago. Moving mountains and changing the course of the earth, the revival of all things, this is all the Divine General's intention. It seems that our Great Yan's actions over the past thousand years have finally satisfied the Divine General."

The emperor sat on his throne, his eyes slightly narrowed, nodding repeatedly.

He hadn't coughed for several minutes, and the burden on his shoulders had eased somewhat. It was like someone who had been carrying heavy loads for years finally letting go of the restraints, and their body felt much lighter for a moment.

The immortal did not extinguish the flames, leaving them in the hall to share some of the emperor's energy needs, allowing his life to continue a little longer.

"Regarding the matter of the True Fire and the demons, the divine general said that he had lost part of his memory. He has come to the Great Yan now in order to find these memories. So I told him some information that our ancestors had collected."

The emperor's tone also became much more relaxed.

"They even sent a divine general to retrieve that great bow from the national treasury, where it has remained for millions of years without ever being damaged. It must be no ordinary object."

"The divine weapons should naturally return to the hands of the divine general. Your Majesty has done a good job."

The old master exclaimed in praise.

"In that case, this old minister can rest assured. To be honest, I was somewhat afraid before that I did not dare to meet the Divine General with His Majesty."

Even though he was an old man who had lived for hundreds of years, he couldn't help but cough and blush when talking about this.

“Although we are old, we are, in truth, disciples and grand-disciples of the God General. If the God General is not satisfied with our efforts, we do not know where to put our face.”

Just like students, no matter how outstanding or respected they are, they will still subconsciously bow their heads when they meet their teachers, hoping to gain their teachers' praise and recognition.

Even though these old celestial masters have lived for hundreds of years, their foundation is still based on what they have learned from the true fire.

Whether it's lightning magic or other spells, they all bear the mark of true fire.

Moreover, the Great Yan Dynasty has developed to its current state thanks to the guidance and direction provided by these old Celestial Masters.

If the immortals showed even the slightest dissatisfaction, these old celestial masters could only accept it with their heads held high, and might even have to shamelessly say something.

The teacher is right. I was an idiot.

"Teacher, please rest assured, the divine general has recognized the efforts that Great Yan has made so far."

"The emperor said."

"He also asked me when the monument for this fire-worship ceremony would be built, as he wanted to go and pay his respects there."

"Good things, all good things."

The old master smiled and stroked his beard, a great weight lifted from his heart.

The emperor thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Then order Liang Xun to complete the construction as soon as possible, and make sure the stones are piled up within two days. Before the god departs, let him leave his mark on the monument."

"Yes."

At this moment, the old Celestial Master also bowed to the emperor and agreed.

Even if this old master is the behind-the-scenes force of the Great Yan Dynasty, he is still nothing more than a subject in front of the emperor.

The royal family has given everything for the Great Yan Dynasty, and they understand what that means.

"Go. I'm a little tired."

The emperor waved his hand and closed his eyes slightly.

"Tomorrow, there will be another fragment of a divine beast."

"Your Majesty, please rest well. This old minister will take his leave."

...

Later, at the Rhode Island office.

Nian and Ling had just returned from shopping.

Onstan had just returned from a delicious hotpot meal when he noticed not only an undead greatsword but also a bow larger than a person standing beside the wall of the hall.

When Onstan first saw this thing, he only felt that it looked somewhat familiar. But after examining it carefully for a while, his expression turned serious, and he turned to ask the undead sitting in the hall, where flames had just been lit.

"This bow?"

"Ah."

The Undead looked over and nodded to Ornstein.

"It's Goff, that one."

Upon hearing this, Onstan's breathing became heavier. He bowed his head and bent over as he entered, then sat down heavily on the ground. He shakily picked up the large bow and examined it in his hands.

What was originally a large bow as tall as a person became like a short bow in his hands.

The Goff that the Undead mentioned was Ornstein's friend and one of the Four Horsemen of the King.

Hawkeye Goff.

Possesses the ability to use a greatbow to pierce the scales of an ancient dragon, rendering it unable to soar through the sky.

The great bow they used was crafted from the bones and scales of an ancient dragon, and then infused with countless wedge-shaped stones to create a top-tier great bow.

But Onstan remembers that the one Goff had shouldn't have been so short.

"It was burned. It shrank."

"The immortal explained."

"I can use it too."

The Undead couldn't be sure at first, but he had personally witnessed the knight using the great bow, and after several comparisons, he finally confirmed that it was the same one.

"How could you..."

"I used it before. It's kept in the Great Yan Imperial Treasury."

"The immortal explained."

"I don't know the specifics of the situation."

"..."

Onstan sighed. He had thought Goff was not dead either, but he never expected that the great bow would end up in the hands of the Undead.

In fact, the Undead was also somewhat puzzled as to why he possessed Goff's Great Bow. He remembered that the Great Bow should have disappeared with Goff's departure.

However, since the situation is unclear, we can only put it aside for now and let time tell.

"So, brother, are you done telling me your story?"

The greyhound jumped onto the edge of the table and sat down.

When are we leaving?

The Undead broke off a piece of firewood and threw it into the campfire in front of him, saying.

"Wait for me in a couple of days, I'll leave you a message."