Ark of the Immortal

The immortal didn't care. He came to the door, stretched out his hands and pressed it on the door, and gently pushed the door open.

Along with the creaking sound, the sunlight rising from the sky poured into the main hall along with the door opened by the undead.

There were no lights or candles turned on in the temple, so it was dark.

But in the darkness, there was a light like a firefly flickering in the distance.

The immortal's eyesight can still see what it is.

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

The undead man walked into the hall, and the commander immediately closed the door again to ensure that the conversation between the two people inside would not be heard by others.

However, in the senses of an immortal, the scene where the door was suddenly closed by someone else and he walked into the darkness really made him feel nostalgic.

So, the undead man walked forward again, getting closer and closer to the throne.

Only then did he see a man sitting on the throne.

Yes, a person, a person with two horns, wearing dragon-patterned clothing, and a stooped figure.

His right hand rested on the armrest on the right side of the throne, his head was dragged with the palm of his hand, and he closed his eyes and dozed off.

It was very difficult for the undead to hear his breathing.

If you keep going forward, the Immortal will see it more clearly.

The clothes on his body were already a little tattered, and the lines on them were also worn. But not a single wisp of dust stained the village. Even though the yellow robe has faded, he still has the majesty of a king.

The undead man walked 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 man was staring at the pile of firewood, wondering why he saw an unlit bonfire here, a voice sounded from the throne.

"I heard from Liang Xun that you like this. It seems to be used for bonfires."

The voice was extremely weak, but a low howl from ancient times could still be heard.

"After thinking about it, I seem to have seen such a scene from ancient books. I ordered people to look like this."

The undead man looked up and saw that the emperor sitting on the throne had woken up.

His pupils were golden and his face was withered, like a withered corpse with only a ray of life left.

"Yeah, I'm interested."

The immortal nodded. Since the emperor had prepared it for him, he would accept this sentiment.

So, the undead man took off the spiral sword from his waist and inserted it into the bonfire.

laugh...

Sparks ignite from the ground, and the undead can feel it. The entire hall is filled with the breath of the first fire. He only needs one thought to stir up countless flames.

The flames ignited the pile of wood and gradually climbed up along the blade to the hilt. The light illuminated the surroundings and also illuminated the throne in front of him.

"Fire..."

The emperor sighed softly, his words containing unhidden joy.

"It's so warm."

The immortal man said nothing. When he lit the bonfire, he already understood why the emperor did not need a car.

"Doesn't it look familiar?"

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

"This thing is also the treasure you left us."

"Desire, the throne."

"That's certainly what you seemed to call it."

The emperor reached out and sat on the armrest, changing his body slightly.

The dragon robe on his body swayed from side to side as he moved, exposing his withered and atrophied lower limbs.

Then, the golden light flashed in the emperor's eyes, and along the bottom of the throne, a stream of power spread around, quickly lighting up the candles placed on the surrounding pillars.

The entire hall was suddenly brightly lit.

Looking at the old emperor, the immortals had already answered countless doubts for him without even asking.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

The undead man is very curious about what kind of willpower and strong spirit a mortal must have to seal himself on the throne and draw the earth as a prison.

"Think about it, it's been...fifty years."

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

"I have been here since fifty years ago. I have only heard my children and grandchildren mention the beautiful scenery outside."

The emperor looked at the door of the hall behind the undead man, his tone slightly envious.

From the moment he sat on the throne, he never went down to the ground or walked even one step.

For the prosperity and stability of Dayan, every royal family member has made contributions beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the aloof emperor was actually just a prisoner who locked himself on the throne for Dayan.

Desire for the throne will gradually corrode people's bodies, gradually taking away their vitality in a slow burning process.

But after paying such a price, what did you get in return?

It is a monster that rarely appears in Great Yan. Although in the south of Great Yan, there is a curse carved by the gods.

It is a natural disaster that will never cause large-scale damage in the Great Yan territory. With the emperor sitting firmly on the throne of desire, he has the power to include the entire Great Yan territory under the protection of the First Fire.

Therefore, Dayan does not need to consider building a mobile city for civilian use. They can live close to the mountains and rivers and thrive on the land of their hometown.

At this moment, the immortal understood everything.

Why do they say that emperors of all dynasties will not have tombs.

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

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

Their bodies will be reduced to ashes by the flames, leaving nothing behind.

Then the next emperor takes the throne and continues the flame.

The emperor, who looked like a living corpse, coughed twice and regained his breath, then asked.

"How about the big inflammation in your eyes?"

The immortal thought for a moment and then said honestly.

"Exceeded my expectations."

"Is this so..."

The emperor sitting on the throne had a happy smile on his face.

At this moment, his smile came from the heart, simple and innocent.

It was like the excitement he felt when he was young when he learned that he was about to sit on the throne.

This is the ancestor's response to him, and it is also the affirmation of the present life from the past.

tell him.

You did very well.

319. Dayan’s awakening

"I have received education from the royal family since I was a child, telling us what we should do and what we should not do."

The emperor coughed twice. It was rare for someone to stand in front of him and talk to him, so he unconsciously talked more.

"My father taught me to judge right from wrong by myself, but there is one thing I cannot abandon, which is Dayan."

the immortal asked.

"Your father is also an emperor?"

"Yes, first my father's eldest brother, then my father, and then me."

The emperor thought for a while. With his current broken body, it was already a bit blurry to recall those past events.

"Emperor Dayan has never been born from a single lineage. As long as he has royal blood, he is qualified to sit on the throne. But before sitting on the throne, he must get enough experience."

"Father and the emperor's uncle are just like me and the emperor's brother...ah, you should have met the current governor of Longmen, Wei Yanwu."

The immortals knew that Wei Yanwu had said that he was the elder brother of the current Emperor Dayan, but the immortals didn't quite understand why it was his younger brother who sat on the throne instead of his older brother.

"At the beginning, my father's health deteriorated seriously. At that time, my brother was training in the frontier. There were not a few people in the capital who supported my brother, but I was closer to my father. Therefore, after my father passed away, I was the one who sat on the throne. , maintain stability.”

"I have been sitting here for fifty years. I watched my children in infancy and could no longer accompany them to grow up... To say that I have regrets, I must have had them."

The emperor sighed. As a father, he couldn't grow up with his children. This was a regret to accompany him.

"But I also know that if there is no Great Yan, there will be thousands of children who will lose their fathers. Without the people on the throne, there will be thousands of families who will die from natural disasters. of famine.”

"The fact that Great Yan can maintain its current status is closely related to the fact that natural disasters do not enter Great Yan. As long as the palace is there, natural disasters cannot really form a climate in Great Yan."

In other words, the entire palace and the throne are the central device of a huge barrier. As long as there are people sitting on the throne of the palace, natural disasters cannot really fall in Great Yan. Even if the source stone proliferates, it will always be suppressed to a minimum limit.

"The land will not be crystallized by Originium, and the water quality will always remain high quality. Even the concentration of Originium in the air is the lowest standard on the entire continent of Terra. As long as there are no natural disasters, it is really not that difficult for humans to survive. .”

The emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the fire lit by the undead. The initial fire filled in it was so shining in his eyes. It was like the invisible fire burning in his body that he could feel every day.

"But it's a pity that even in a small place like Great Yan, if you want to maintain the status quo, you have to make huge sacrifices."

"It's not just me, more soldiers died in the northern border, and the Ten Thousand Demons Cave in the extreme south is a huge bomb. Every few decades, a strong man must feed the fire with his body to maintain the stability of the Great Flame. "

"The world sees me, Dayan, as a mysterious monster. In fact, they don't know that Dayan is just trying his best to survive, that's all."

The undead felt this very deeply.

On Rhodes Island, when talking about topics related to Great Yan, the operators became very curious.

It is often said that Longmen, as the gateway to Great Yan, is so developed and powerful. I really don’t know what it would be like if we entered the territory inside Great Yan.

In fact, the level of development of Dayan has surpassed many countries on Terra. Even Shang Shu is comparable to Victoria's capital Londinium, or even worse.

But as the emperor said, under these prosperous scenes is the foundation piled up by countless people with their own corpses.

Without the efforts of so many people, Dayan would not be what it is today.

"Cough...cough..."

The old emperor sitting on the throne covered his mouth and coughed twice, and the breath on his body flickered. Like a lit candle, swaying in the strong wind.

"You're very, weak."

The undead man felt the emperor's condition and said.

"You won't live long."

"Yes...but I can still hold on for two or three years before I let my eldest brother take over the responsibility."

The emperor took a deep breath and suppressed the itching in his throat. Although his body was burned by the flames, the expression on his face did not change. I think I am used to this feeling of burning.

"At first, it felt quite painful, but later I found out that it was nothing more than that."

he said lightly.

"Compared to the generals who were burned by the real fire, I, the emperor, was just being slowly eaten away by the flames. Their pain was ten times or a hundred times more than mine. I am the emperor of Great Flame, so what can't I endure? ?”

"I've endured it for fifty years. If I can hold on for another two or three years, it shouldn't be a problem."

When the emperor said the last word, he frowned again, covered his mouth, and almost coughed again.

"At least, at least let the imperial brother finish his preparations. Only when he is ready to take over the burden can I close my eyes."

Thinking about it, Wei Yanwu left Dayan and went to Longmen to prepare himself to take over Dayan in the future, and also to make it easier for the current emperor.

Just imagine, a prince who already had high support was usurped by his younger brother.

In the eyes of outsiders and other people who support Wei Yanwu, Wei Yanwu must be very angry.

But Wei Yanwu accepted the responsibility of going to Longmen, freeing up his brother's hands and feet for him to perform.

Fortunately, both brothers are talented people with great ambitions.