"Look, there's a white imperial palace over there. It should be the Ancient King's Imperial Mausoleum we're looking for."
At that moment, Asharuiya's beautiful eyes lit up, and she pointed somewhere a short distance ahead.
Mo Xie immediately looked over. The white imperial palace stood out starkly, built entirely from white jade polished so smooth that it reflected the sky itself.
A white Tomb Palace should have looked magnificent and regal, sacred and serene. Yet this white was more like the eerie pallor of funeral decorations, exuding a sinister chill everywhere. Not even the lustrous jade could soften its air of death.
"Judging by your Chinese history, that largest building up ahead should be the palace where the Ancient King lived, right?"
Looking at the enormous, eerily white palace ahead, Asharuiya turned to Mo Xie beside her for confirmation.
At her question, Mo Xie raised his head and looked toward the palace built atop a flight of white jade steps. He already had a suspicion.
Not only that, a similar palace actually surfaced in his mind—the Memory Palace within his consciousness.
Back when he had entered it, however, he had found a staircase interwoven with gold and blood-red that led to the [Evil Emperor]'s palace. That palace had possessed a similar air.
Then, gazing at the stark white palace, Mo Xie slowly explained.
"The underground city we were in earlier should be a miniature of Xianyang City from two thousand years ago. That would make the palace before us Xianyang Palace. No wonder we didn't see it earlier."
"Normally, an imperial city belonging to one of China's Emperors should have plenty of palaces. But there's only one here now. I imagine this Xianyang Palace you mentioned must have held some special significance for the Ancient King?"
Although Asharuiya had never