Zhen Bei glanced at the Old Eunuch, who had died miserably sprawled across the threshold, then led his brothers around him by the side.
He ignored the corpses of unidentified cultivators scattered along the corridor bridges and rooftops. Too many evil cultivators in the world were interested in the False Human Emperor's corpse.
They did not know that Bai Yujun had arrived first and sold an umbrella, throwing in a small sealing spell along with the merchandise.
The grand building ran deep. From the entrance, they could see the brightly lit depths of the study, where a man in imperial robes sat on the golden dragon throne with his eyes closed. The various emblems embroidered upon his dazzling robes flickered in the candlelight, as though he still lingered within his grand dream of ruling rivers and mountains.
Zhen Bei was very familiar with this False Human Emperor.
Yet this was still his first time meeting him at close range and freely looking around.
The tall man had closed his eyes, perhaps unwilling to see the shattered land beneath him. In the shadows beyond the candlelight, the wild ambitions left behind were fading away. As the last ruler of the Old Era, he could now leave his name in the history books, becoming a few lines in a textbook known by children.
His close brothers followed quietly, observing what the legendary emperor actually looked like. More accurately, they were looking at a man who had possessed thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands, of women. He was formidable. It was hard not to admire him.
With his hands behind his back, Zhen Bei walked to the side of the imperial throne and examined the man's back. The bloody wound was deep; his spine was indeed gone. The residual energy in his body