Chapter 864: Drag Him Out for Burial

The golden hurricane forced Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian to squint.

Almost simultaneously,

a line of text flashed before Jian Changsheng's eyes as well:

【One Emperor casts its gaze upon you】.

Jian Changsheng stood frozen.

The next moment, all three of them were swept up by the golden hurricane and vanished from before the stone gate of the Ancient Imperial Treasury.

Compared to the boy in hempen clothes and the others who were swept in first, Chen Ling and his companions entered with much more composure. They adjusted their posture in the wind and landed steadily in a dark corridor, the residual wind blowing dust everywhere.

Chen Ling flicked the hem of his red opera robe, and the wind pressure cleared the dust away. He looked at the abrupt line of golden text before him, his eyes narrowing slightly...

"Emperors casting their gaze upon me... What does this mean?"

"Eh? You saw it too?" Jian Changsheng was also surprised. "I thought I was seeing things."

"What does it say in front of you?"

"【One Emperor casts its gaze upon you】."

Sun Bumian looked at the two of them in confusion. "How come I don't see anything?"

"You can't see it? It's just a line of golden text. It appeared the moment the door opened..."

While Jian Changsheng was explaining to Sun Bumian, Chen Ling was deep in thought...

Text that only the individual could see—Chen Ling was very familiar with this trait; it was just like the audience expectation value in his mind... However, the difference was that the theater's prompts appeared in the surrounding environment like hallucinations, whereas the Ancient Imperial Treasury's prompts were projected directly onto his retina.

If Chen Ling guessed correctly, it was likely that the golden hurricane from when the door opened had added something to their eyes, which was why the text appeared...

Was this the way the Ancient Imperial Treasury established a connection with humans?

"Then I really didn't see it," Sun Bumian shrugged after hearing Jian Changsheng's description. "But that makes sense. Although the Ancient Imperial Treasury has fallen, it should still retain some remnants of the Emperors' consciousness, watching what happens here."

"Then why are they looking at me?" Jian Changsheng turned to Chen Ling. "By the way, Red Heart, you saw it too? What did you see?"

Chen Ling's expression was strange. He looked at the void in the distance; he really did have the feeling of being stared at directly.

"...Four hundred and ninety-four Emperors are casting their gaze upon me."

“？？？”

"That's about the total number of Emperors in history, isn't it..." Sun Bumian said in surprise.

Jian Changsheng was shocked. "Is your presence that grand? You walk in, and all the Emperors look at you at once?!"

“……”

Just as Chen Ling was about to say something else, the text before his eyes changed again:

【Two hundred and eighty-one Emperors are shocked by your existence】

【Two hundred and thirteen Emperors are wary of your existence】

Seeing this, Chen Ling became even more certain that these Emperor remnants were noticing him mostly because of his [Imperial Fate]...

One had to know that Imperial Fate was something that only appeared after becoming an [Emperor]. Yet, in this era, no [Emperor] had emerged, and suddenly, Chen Ling appeared with Imperial Fate. This undoubtedly overturned the understanding of all the Emperor remnants.

"This isn't a good thing," Chen Ling muttered to himself, sensing the direction from which the gazes were coming.

He had the Imperial Fate but lacked the corresponding power. The moment he entered the Ancient Imperial Treasury, he became the object of attention for all the Emperors... He was now the center of attention, and his every move might trigger a reaction from the treasury.

He had to kill the [Emperor] Ying Fu under these circumstances; who knew what kind of complications might arise?

"...Huh?"

Jian Changsheng suddenly seemed to discover something. "I was wondering why I felt like something tripped me when we were blown in... Why is there a corpse here?"

Hearing the word "corpse," Chen Ling and Sun Bumian looked over simultaneously.

In a dark corner by the edge of the stone gate, a mummy wrapped in bandages lay stiffly on the ground. Most of its body was covered in fallen dust, looking like a corpse forgotten here.

Sun Bumian asked in confusion, "Was this blown in with us just now?"

"Probably not. There were only the three of us when we came in."

"Then it must have died here a long time ago... The Ancient Imperial Treasury has been sealed for so long, it must have been lying here for at least a few hundred years, right?" Jian Changsheng kicked the corpse's butt and couldn't help but sigh, "The body is already stiff."

Jiang Xiaohua: ...

"Not necessarily. Don't forget, others have been here before us." Chen Ling's gaze flicked to the ground nearby, where some messy footprints had been left not long ago.

"There must be a reason why the Ancient Imperial Treasury suddenly revived at this time... Perhaps it opened specifically for 'those people'."

Sun Bumian yawned as he walked over to the mummy. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes narrowed, and he began to examine the mummy closely...

Seeing Sun Bumian's sudden strange expression, Chen Ling frowned slightly and walked over as well.

The three of them stood by the mummy, staring at it intently for a long time... Finally, Chen Ling and Sun Bumian exchanged a glance, their expressions subtle.

Only Jian Changsheng was completely bewildered.

"No, what are you two exchanging glances for?" Jian Changsheng felt like he was being left out.

After a long silence, Chen Ling was the first to speak:

"It seems kind of pitiful for this corpse to be lying here..."

Sun Bumian was stunned, then reacted, a smile flashing across his lips as he added, "Indeed... How about we drag him out and find a place to bury him?"

"Sure."

Jian Changsheng: ?

Jian Changsheng felt that the world had gone mad...

Chen Ling, who was always ruthless, cunning, and a cold-blooded killer, would one day feel pity for an anonymous person exposed in the wilderness and even offer to bury them... Jian Changsheng would rather believe that Wuji Jun had found his conscience or that the Silver King had retired, than believe Chen Ling could do such a thing.

"Jian Wubing, give me a hand," Chen Ling said, looking at him.

Hearing the name "Jian Wubing," Jian Changsheng was startled for a moment, then, as if realizing something, he looked sharply at the motionless mummy...

There were only the three of them here, yet Chen Ling had called him by his fake name... There was something up with this mummy!

Jian Changsheng immediately caught on, grabbed the mummy's hands, and dragged it forward, as if he were hauling a dead pig.

But the next moment, he felt a secret shock, because the mummy was incredibly heavy—even he found it difficult to drag... This only proved even more that this guy was trouble!

At the same time,

out of the corner of his eye, Jian Changsheng saw Chen Ling silently pull a bone-chilling boning knife from his sleeve...