I am reciting the Classic of Mountains and Seas in the interstellar

In just two years, the other three countries in the Beichen Galaxy - the Principality of the Southern Cross, the Western Manelli Federation, and the Dongtianyuan Divine Kingdom - were destroyed one after another.

The royal family of their Beichen Empire also experienced a series of deaths. The eldest prince died, the second princess died, and then the emperor died...

Later, several heirs to the throne also died.

Now there is only one queen left, and she is still fighting with the cabinet, refusing to allow the emperor's illegitimate son Tan Tai Yu Gui to ascend the throne.

Because she insisted that her daughter was still alive and wanted to find her daughter, believing that only the child born to her and the emperor had the true right of inheritance!

The cabinet was unable to convince the queen for the time being, so the two sides were in a stalemate.

In addition to all members of the royal family, those attending the high mass of His Majesty the Emperor's funeral today included important members from the families of four dukes, thirty marquises, sixty earls and ninety viscounts.

There are the heads of major cabinet departments, the five chiefs of staff of the military, the speakers of the upper and lower houses of the Senate, the governors of major habitable planets, senior officials of the governor's office, and their families.

In short, all the top officials of the imperial government were present.

The entire hall of the temple headquarters was packed.

However, Chief Inspector of the Special Security Bureau, Fok Yu-sun, did not come. Instead, his two capable assistants, Kang Shan-hang and Meng Guang-hui, came.

They didn't give any reason, and no one asked them for one.

Because before the new emperor ascended the throne, no one wanted to see the powerful agency, the Special Security Bureau, appear in public.

The Special Security Bureau is now leaderless and in a dormant state, and all parties in the Empire are satisfied with it.

Therefore, Huo Yushen's absence made everyone feel relieved.

Soon, it was time for High Mass.

The lights in the cathedral gradually went out, leaving only a few simulated star-like lighting devices on the roof.

A beam of light shone down obliquely from above my head.

The high priest Su Yanxing, wearing a moss-colored robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, slowly emerged from the light.

Xia Chujian hid next to a mural on the ceiling of the church hall. Through the gap in the ceiling, he saw the high priest appear in the light and shadow.

This lighting design greatly highlights the texture of his sacrificial robes.

The moss green robe, under the starlight, took on a matte texture, as if it were the skin of some deep-sea species, rippling among the waves.

On the chest of the cassock, the dark golden lines gradually revealed a complete pattern under the shining starlight, like a monster with nine heads, which flashed before everyone's eyes, leaving only swirling lines on the retina, like an ancient spell.

The high priest slowly ascended the altar, and as he walked, it seemed as if a dark shadow was moving among the folds of his robe.

The hem of her dress was extremely long, slowly unfolding like the night.

The patterns on the dark green sacrificial robe seemed to be slowly moving.

Light flowed in the dark golden lines, as if some unknown god opened its eyes in the darkness and stared quietly at the altar.

There were people sitting upright in the room, all of them were at the top of the empire's pyramid.

When these people took one look at the green sacrificial robe with gold patterns, they immediately felt dizzy, as if their minds were controlled by the gods.

Everyone involuntarily closed their eyes or looked away, not daring to look directly at the high priest's robe.

But the feeling of being looked down upon still lingers in my heart.

The high priest had many robes, but this was the only one they would wear for mass when the emperor was buried.

Xia Chujian didn't feel anything.

She just felt that the material of the sacrificial robe looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Fortunately, she was wearing a fully enclosed helmet. After she raised her hand and tapped the helmet to make sure she was cut off from the outside world, she asked quietly, "Qilu, am I the only one who thinks that the material of this sacrificial robe looks familiar?"

Qi Lu didn't say anything, but typed a line of naughty boy graffiti on Xia Chujian's eyepiece display.

[Qi Lu]: Master, you are not mistaken. The material of this sacrificial robe is something that the master has not only seen before, but has also collected such a robe.

Xia Chujian was surprised: "Really?! I actually have such a robe?!"

[Qilu]: The cloak with a helmet and mask that you like best is the moss green with dark gold edges. But it doesn't have the gold pattern.

Xia Chujian suddenly remembered and said in a lost voice: "In the seabed of Morizawa Star, in the nest of those Haidagons!"

[Qilu]: Master, you are right! It is the cloak of the Haidagon! Their cloaks are made of a very special material, which is the skin of an adult Haidagon...

[Qi Lu]: Without the skin of Haidagon, this sacrificial robe would not have such an effect.

Xia Chujian sighed: "No way? The high priest is also related to Haidagon?!"

[Qilu]: The high priest should have no relationship with Haidagon, at least the current high priest has no relationship with him. Because the robe he wears is at least tens of thousands of years old.

Xia Chujian gasped: "This is too amazing! Tens of thousands of years?! A sacrificial robe can last for tens of thousands of years?!

[Qilu]: Because the main material is the skin of Haidagon! Haidagon used to be immortal!

Xia Chujian felt very complicated when she thought that she had several cloaks made of the same material in her collection.

At the altar below, the high priest had already begun mass.

He led everyone to pray to the Bodhisattva of the Temple:

“Life is like a pagoda, death is like dust and ashes. Now burn incense and cross to the other shore.

The golden bridge is hidden in the netherworld, while the fire of karma illuminates the void.

The abyss whispers, the Bodhisattva is speechless, the black tide is about to return, and the Dharma ship has arrived.

May you return to the boundless, may you cross the eternal abyss, may those who have attained nirvana return to the land of lotus."

He recited it over and over again, and in a trance, Xia Chujian saw black smoke spreading out from under his robe and sweeping towards a coffin placed high on the altar.

She immediately widened her eyes and watched the rolling black smoke. She wished she could switch out her plasma sniper rifle and fire a shot at the black smoke that seemed to have a crawling shadow!

However, when she switched out of the sniper rifle, she found that the people around her were praying devoutly, even some of them were actually the main planners of the plan to assassinate the emperor.

It seemed that no one except her saw the black smoke spreading from under the high priest's robes...

Xia Chujian couldn't help but open the mecha's internal communication channel and asked Huo Yushen, "Pojun, did you see the black smoke spreading from under the high priest's robes?"

Huo Yushen said: "...No. The altar is clean, there is nothing on it."

As he spoke, he took a photo of the altar and sent it to Xia Chujian.

Xia Chujian projected the photo onto his eyepiece display.

Sure enough, the photo showed that there was only the high priest and a white jade coffin standing on the altar.

The high priest's green robe with dark gold patterns sparkled brightly under the star-like lights.

There is no black smoke.

However, when Xia Chujian looked at the altar through his eyepiece display, he found that it was completely covered by surging black fog.

Only the high priest in his moss green robe, isolated from the world, was immune to the black mist.

Of course, the black fog, like dry ice, originally spread from under the robe.

Xia Chujian’s pupils suddenly shrank.

Is there something wrong with the high priest? !

But, it really doesn’t look like it…

Xia Chujian couldn't help but knock on his fully enclosed helmet, turned off the external communication system again, and asked Qilu: "Qilu, did you see the black fog? The black fog spreading from under the high priest's robes!"

Qi Lu typed a line of naughty child graffiti on her eyepiece display.

[Qilu]: Master, the mecha's camera did not capture the black fog... but detected a slight energy change on the altar... could it be caused by the black fog that the master mentioned?

Xia Chujian frowned.

It was not the first time she had seen this kind of black fog, but the previous times, everyone had seen it, not just her.

But this time, it seemed like she was the only one who saw it!

Is it possible that the high priest has no problem, and no one else has any problem either, but she is the one with the problem?

But, it’s just a black fog, what’s the problem?

Xia Chujian stared suspiciously at the increasingly thick black fog, which was about to completely envelope the coffin of Emperor Tan Tai Hongyuan.

At this point, the ceremony of the High Mass has reached the stage where everyone can pay their respects to the body.

But anyone who has seen the video of the emperor being assassinated knows that the emperor was almost dismembered by the assassin, and after the dismemberment, the emperor's body sprouted out of his remains...

His body was completely torn into pieces and no longer resembled a human.

In this case, how can we pay our respects to the body?

So this time, only the high priest walked up to the altar where the emperor's coffin was placed, stretched out his hand, and opened the coffin a crack, just as a token of his respect, as a formality, so that everyone would feel that they had already seen it.

As soon as a crack appeared in the coffin, the black fog surrounding it suddenly penetrated into the crack and entered the emperor's coffin.

Then the high priest quickly closed the lid, and the outside was clean, as if nothing had happened.

Xia Chujian stared at the closed coffin with a slightly strange look, wondering why the black fog had gotten in there.

Looking at the coffin, it fits tightly together. Once it is closed, the air inside will be completely cut off.

Those black fogs won’t come out again, right?

Xia Chujian calmed himself down and looked away.

In the church hall below, the High Mass ceremony has entered the stage where relatives and friends are giving speeches.

The high priest stood aside and watched the queen, who was dressed in a black court dress and had an antique phoenix hairpin in her hair, walk up to the podium on the altar.

Her voice was low and hoarse, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked very sad indeed.

No matter whether she was truly sad or pretending to be sad, at least she achieved the state of "sadness".

For a widow, this is the way to make everyone happy.

The Queen did not say much about the Emperor on the stage. She only expressed her sorrow that everything was different in the empire without the Emperor.

Then the emphasis is placed on the fact that the empire cannot be without its own monarch, and that all the monarchs should work together to find the future empress of the empire.