So this counted as completing a historical prerequisite event, right? Yu Lian watched as Boro III slowly turned to ash in the raging fire. For a moment, the world before him seemed steeped in the surreal absurdity of history.
In the official history, this was how he died. That could at least count as completing a historical prerequisite event, right?
Though, come to think of it, over the Dawn Dynasty's more than three thousand years of history in the Galactic Empire, there had been no shortage of emperors who died unnatural deaths. Some were assassinated, some died in interstellar traffic accidents, some dissolved in water, some went mad while cultivating, some lost control of their swords during practice and were cut down by their opponents, and, of course, some had the honor of falling in battle. But Boro III's death was one of a kind in its sheer abstraction.
No wonder Boro III, despite his decent record as a ruler, was branded a tyrant after one failed expedition.
Perhaps it was because such a death was simply too undignified for an emperor. The combatants at the scene—including the old knight with a severed hand and the Steelback Dragon with its nostrils smashed in—stood dumbstruck, staring at the flames that had cremated the emperor's body. Both humans and dragons looked utterly lost.
What a poor emperor! Not one loyal attendant had thought to gather his bones. Yu Lian thought. But actually, I'm pretty pitiful too, aren't I? I'd only just thought about completing a historical prerequisite event, and then it happened. Isn't that the most heart-wrenching part? What else could describe this scene but a terrifying inner demon?
Yu Lian stared at the figure cloaked in fire across from him, then drew a deep breath and took a step back, tossing