On the distant horizon lay the faint outline of the King of Qin's Palace.
The city's towering vermilion walls, its sweeping eaves and bracket sets.
All of it flooded into King of Qin Zheng's eyes.
Xianyang.
"So that's how it is." Song Yan's reaction was far calmer than King of Qin Zheng had imagined.
"Since you've remembered now, does this place look familiar?"
King of Qin Zheng said, "Of course. This is Xianyang."
Song Yan took out the Thunder-Charged Fushi Stone again. "Then think again. Do you know where to find this?"
"My friend."
King of Qin Zheng instead said, "There's no rush for that. I want to know whether I'm already dead."
His tone was fairly calm, as though this were an insignificant question.
"You've been dead for over thirty thousand years." Song Yan nodded.
"Over thirty thousand years-" King of Qin Zheng repeated under his breath. Rather than fear or grief, a strange expression appeared on his face.
"That doesn't seem all that long."
He suddenly raised his head. "Then does your earlier offer to teach me immortal arts still stand?"
"I'm already dead. Can a ghost become an immortal?"
"That's hard to say," Song Yan said.
There seemed to be people in the Demon Ruins who cultivated the ghost path, so cultivation itself was a minor matter.
"Mostly, I'm not sure whether you'll still exist once we leave this Imperial Mausoleum-your condition is very unusual. It's my first time seeing anything like it."
"But-why are you so eager to learn immortal methods?"
"You're the sovereign of an Immortal Dynasty. In principle, you don't need to meditate and temper yourself day and night like an ascetic cultivator. The Incense and Fire Prayer Power of your countless subjects would naturally gather around you. Extending your life and enjoying longevity