Chapter 877: A Visit

"Huh?"

Outside the gate of a certain palace,

As several beams of light rose into the sky, Jian Changsheng and the others looked back and let out a soft sound of surprise.

"What's going on?"

"They all have a trace of the Emperor God Path's aura... It seems those candidates have started to exert their strength." Chen Ling's imperial destiny sensed the beams of light in the distance and immediately guessed the truth.

"Are they progressing that fast?"

"Perhaps it wouldn't have been that fast originally." Sun Bumian glanced at Chen Ling and spoke leisurely, "It seems the appearance of some people has put too much pressure on those emperors..."

Chen Ling, dressed in red, stood calmly outside the vermilion palace wall, swaying in the wind as if he didn't care at all.

Holding the script, Chen Ling knew the ending of everything, so naturally, there was no suspense. Now, he was more like an audience member on the scene... Of course, at necessary moments, he could provide some small, exciting "interactions."

"Whatever their final result is, let's collect the interest from that group of emperors first."

Jian Changsheng looked at the palace wall before him, seemingly eager to try.

"Red... er... Lin Yan, where are those treasures you mentioned?" Jian Changsheng glanced out of the corner of his eye at Jiang Xiaohua, who was a dead man barely alive, and corrected himself.

"Naturally, they are in the palace."

Chen Ling raised his hand, and the magnificent, heavy palace gate began to open with a low hum... On a vast expanse of land, countless palaces stood at the edge of the horizon.

The sounds of clashing weapons and horses could be faintly heard from behind the four of them; it was the new imperial army of this dynasty, rising up to rebuild order, clashing with the old imperial order outside the palace walls.

Chen Ling naturally wouldn't care about the reenacted history. As long as the Emperor's remnant soul wasn't here, everything here was fake... The emperor corresponding to this dynasty was still digging three feet deep in "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" and shouldn't be back for a while.

Who would have thought that the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury, which hadn't been opened for hundreds of years, would welcome a group of burglars at this time?

Whoosh—

A bleak breeze swept across the open ground, and the four figures walked side by side along the wide stone road where carriages and horses entered the palace.

Beside them, figures in ancient costumes hurried past; some were fleeing for their lives, others were entering the palace to see the Emperor... The four of them walked through the reenacted history, the ancient and the present forming a sharp contrast at this moment.

"The Emperor God Path is different from other divine paths."

"After each dynasty change, the foundation of the Emperor God Path extends a section, becoming the foundation treasure of the corresponding dynasty... In most cases, the shape of this treasure is a jade seal, but there are others, such as an imperial edict, a precious sword, or a piece of imperial calligraphy..."

Chen Ling, possessing the imperial destiny, had already sensed the situation of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury and explained it calmly to the others.

"Every dynasty change has a foundation treasure? Does that mean the Emperor God Path has hundreds of foundation treasures?!" Jian Changsheng opened his mouth in disbelief. "That's too rich!"

"The quantity is indeed correct, but the problem is that after the old dynasty is replaced by the new one, the old dynasty's foundation treasure will also decline, and the aura of the Emperor God Path within it will be extremely weak... You can understand it as the new dynasty's foundation treasure absorbing the foundation aura of the previous dynasty, similar to a change in fortune." Chen Ling paused for a moment and continued,

"But even so, those treasures that once contained a trace of the Emperor God Path's aura are far more precious than mortal objects and possess some strange effects."

"No wonder..."

Jian Changsheng clicked his tongue. "So many people want to find the Emperor's tomb; it turns out there really are good things."

"The palace of this dynasty is quite wealthy, with plenty of gold and jewelry, but what I care more about is the foundation treasure of this dynasty... an 'Imperial Sword'."

"An Imperial Sword?!"

Jian Changsheng, who used a sword, heard these words, and his eyes lit up like light bulbs. "Lin Yan!! You really are a good person! How did you know I was missing a good sword!"

Chen Ling: "..."

"It's just the closest one to us. There are many similar treasures in the palaces of other dynasties. Let's hurry up and search them one by one."

"We have to find them ourselves? Can't you directly locate the positions of those treasures?"

"...What do you take me for? Only the emperor of the corresponding dynasty can precisely locate the foundation treasure of that dynasty. I can only sense their existence."

"Tsk... Fine, I'll search this side, you guys go search that side."

Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng, and Sun Bumian dragged Jiang Xiaohua and swaggered into a main hall.

After entering, the three of them let go of Jiang Xiaohua, and Jiang Xiaohua cooperated quite well, lying down on the spot, face to the ground, motionless like a corpse...

Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng went left and right, searching both sides of the hall separately.

Sun Bumian, however, had no interest in any precious sword; he immediately set his eyes on a plate of exquisite fruits next to the dragon throne and couldn't help but lick his lips.

He stepped on the cloud steps, swayed, and lay down on the dragon throne, picking up a bunch of crystal-clear grapes with one hand, leisurely stuffing them into his mouth one by one, letting out a groan of comfort.

"It's still the old emperor who lives well... knows how to enjoy life."

Sun Bumian raised his hand to touch the table, seemingly wanting to pick up the wine pot and take a sip, but after shaking it, he found it empty and felt a bit disappointed.

I don't know how much time passed,

Jian Changsheng rushed out from the depths of the hall, holding an exquisite sword box, excited!

"I think I found it! Is it this one?!"

This shout attracted the attention of the others. Sun Bumian, who was lying on the dragon throne eating fruit leisurely, sat up straight and looked over curiously; Chen Ling drifted in front of Jian Changsheng like a breeze; even Jiang Xiaohua, who had been lying at the door motionless, silently turned at an angle so that his peripheral vision could see the direction of the three...

"It should be it." Chen Ling nodded slightly. "There is a residual aura of the Emperor God Path on it."

"Hahahaha!! I found it!"

Jian Changsheng excitedly rolled up his sleeves, hooked his hands around the edge of the sword box, and lifted it with force... With a crisp sound, the lid of the sword box popped open quickly.

Immediately after, the expressions of Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng gradually stiffened...

Inside the sword box, there was no sign of a sword at all, only a wine cup thrown in casually... At the very bottom of the sword box, under the cup, was a line of large, flamboyant characters that looked like someone had written them while drunk:

[The Saint of Thieves was here.]