"What we need you to do isn't actually all that difficult. You just have to rescue the person foretold by the Sacred Emperor."
The person foretold by the Sacred Emperor—was that the one said to be capable of saving the world from the approaching five-hundred-year calamity?
"You've already found him?" Yang Qing raised his eyebrows.
He had assumed this so-called prophesied one was nothing more than a rumor. Yet from what Gongsun Ru said, there really was such a person?
Gongsun Ru glanced at Yang Qing and said, "The Sacred Emperor never spoke empty words. If he said someone existed, then they existed. Besides, that person has indeed appeared."
"May I ask where he is trapped now?"
Yang Qing very much wanted to meet someone who could save all living beings from fire and flood.
However, Gongsun Ru had made it quite clear: if they wanted to meet him, they would first have to rescue him.
Before they could have him save the people, they had to save him.
"The Imperial Mausoleum." Gongsun Ru's words exploded like a thunderclap in their ears.
The Imperial Mausoleum—it was actually the Imperial Mausoleum!
"How did he end up in the Imperial Mausoleum?"
Yang Qing was not the only one puzzled by this. Bu Er and the others felt the same.
Although the Eastern Splendor Empire had been torn apart nearly five hundred years ago, surely Emperor Zhetian's Imperial Mausoleum could not have been left unguarded.
At Yang Qing's question, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Gongsun Ru's face, but it quickly vanished.
"Our mighty Eastern Splendor Empire fractured overnight, but it was not simply a matter of splitting into several countries. Too many interests were entangled behind it all."
As Emperor Zhetian's final resting place, the Imperial Mausoleum had also drawn many covetous