The troop transport hovered in place as it waited, while the Shi'ar squad protected the Emperor.
After disembarking, the Emperor said nothing and simply strolled ahead, glancing around as though reflecting on something.
The soldiers did not know, nor did they dare ask.
Su Ming was actually memorizing the terrain and getting his bearings, because Shi'ar tombs were clearly very different from the cemeteries he knew.
If it were an Earth cemetery, even if it was not covered in lush grass, there would at least be towering pines and cypresses, not to mention gravestones or memorial sculptures.
As an imperial mausoleum, even if it did not have to be built on the scale of a pyramid, it should at least have a respectable monument, right?
Yet the Shi'ar burial customs were clearly different from those of humans.
The military transport had delivered him outside a cold building with no decorations whatsoever, not even a blade of grass—only gleaming silver curved walls.
Yes, the structure was enormous, perhaps the largest flying-saucer-shaped building Su Ming had ever seen. Its single floor alone covered more than two hundred mu, and it looked like a yurt that something had stepped on.
Su Ming also noticed something else. With the planet's energy supply cut off, this place still had electricity. The lights beside the main entrance glowed dimly, while two guards stood at the door with long rifles, looking alert and energetic.
When the Emperor appeared, they merely saluted and opened the door to let him through without saying a word.
"A high-tech cold storage facility."
Su Ming said to Strangle in his mind. After entering, he saw nothing commemorative. There were only rooms arranged along a long circular corridor, with wisps of cold air constantly leaking from behind their doors.
Silver corridors, white lights—everything