Deep in the Western Suburbs, three hundred meters underground.
This was the absolute heart of the [Nantianmen Project]. Every wall in the base was cast from a mixture of energy-absorbing alloy and specialized lead plate, more than ten meters thick.
Even if a nuclear strike hit the surface, not a single light down here would flicker.
Heavy, high-energy airtight doors slid back, layer by layer.
Yue Xiaofei followed Ye Jincheng into the Sterile Laboratory on the lowest level.
Ye Jincheng, now in his eighties, wore an academician's white lab coat. His frame was thin, but his steps were steady.
This towering figure of the Dragon Kingdom's scientific community was also Yue Xiaofei's maternal grandfather. He stopped before a Suspension Pod that gave off white, icy vapor.
At the center of the pod floated a palm-sized Purple-Gold Jade Box.
The entire box was a mysterious dark purple. There was no keyhole on its surface, only densely packed ancient runes that flickered with a faint glow.
"Xiaofei, you're here."
Ye Jincheng turned to his grandson, relief and heartache flickering in his eyes.
He knew everything that had happened last night.
Yue Xiaofei had cut straight through the mess, wiping out the Yi Family before taking on the West head-on at the press conference.
The boy's temper was exactly like his father Yue Changlong's back then-perhaps even more domineering.
"Grandpa, did my dad leave this?"
Yue Xiaofei walked up to the Suspension Pod and looked at the jade box.
For some reason, as he approached it, the [Black Emperor] bloodline within him began to simmer on its own.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The heartbeat of his emperor engine slowly accelerated inside his chest.
"Five years ago, on the night before your father went to prison, he secretly entrusted it to me."
Ye Jincheng sighed,