My Cell Prison-Chapter 1242 - 1241: Tomb Lord

The Emperor’s ’condition’ was something they knew all too well.

In ordinary days, no matter how urgent the situation or how close a subject was to the Emperor, passes through layers of checks were necessary before approaching the Inner Palace.

It was the same for Sir Yan and the two Brocade Robe Guards who accompanied him.

They were well aware of the complex procedures required for an audience with the Emperor... yet such procedures were mandatory.

The Emperor, seated within the Taiji Palace, was the core of the world; should any mishap befall him, the entire world would struggle to function.

But.

For Han Dong, who had just arrived at the Imperial Palace, the Emperor had unexpectedly requested to waive the checking procedure, directing Sir Yan to lead Han Dong straight to the Inner Palace.

This not only made the following Brocade Robe Guards uneasy.

Even Sir Yan, as the person introducing Han Dong, felt a flutter of panic, his foot hesitating at the threshold before retracting.

"Your Majesty, your body?"

"It’s fine, come in."

This robust voice, akin to a dragon’s chant, was conveyed through the incessant outpouring of Corpse Energy.

The words themselves carried an invisible pressure, as if countless corpses hung around everyone, simultaneously delivering the Emperor’s speech.

"Yes."

Sir Yan dared not delay, hurriedly admonishing,

"Han Dong, when walking through the Taiji Palace, you must keep close to me, with no allowance for any subjective action.

The Emperor’s condition is quite special; to be precise, he is in a somewhat weakened state... Thus, if I detect any ’anomaly’ in your behavior, I will suppress you."

"Understood."

"Come in."

Although Han Dong was somewhat puzzled as to what constituted a weakened state, Sir Yan had already stepped into the Taiji Palace, leaving no chance for further questions... Han Dong could only follow and find out for himself upon meeting the Emperor.

The moment he crossed the threshold.

A field rapidly enshrouded Han Dong.

Compared to the Corpse Energy field that covered the entire Imperial City District, the real terror resided inside the Taiji Palace...

"A domain that can influence reality! So he is a Mythic Body?"

The once opulent and resplendent Inner Palace was no longer existent, all covered by a domain that ’intervened in reality,’ turning Han Dong’s immediate surroundings into something akin to a Corpse Palace.

The floor was laid with a layer of rigid skin harder than steel, stitched together with fibers, and in some areas, dense black hairs grew.

The palace’s pillars were built from the bodies of stiffened corpses, with numerous limbs hanging outward, and slick black nails dripping with "Corpse oil."

The walls around the palace were embedded with zombie heads, all displaying expressions of extreme agony.

Some of the zombie heads were cut horizontally to serve as lampstands, upon which several black candles that could burn indefinitely by extracting "Corpse oil" stood.

"As expected, he is a Mythic Body... ’The Tombs’ truly cannot withstand such a powerful being. freēwēbnovel.com

The Tomb Lord had only two paths left.

First, to accept the invitation from a higher world, travel to a new world, and become one of its members.

Second, world promotion.

The Tomb Lord evidently rejected the first option.

Meanwhile, he planned to sever his own kingdom on the basis of the second option, to relinquish all restrictions of ’The Tombs’ world, creating a brand-new world of his own."

Walking within the influence of the domain in the Imperial Palace, Han Dong faintly felt an attraction, a pull unique to the powerful.

This ruler of the Corpse Country and Han Dong were in some sense the same kind of people.

Taiji Palace, center

A massive dark curtain, square in shape, shrouded the central area.

Waves of Corpse Energy continuously spilled from beneath the curtain, clearly indicating that the ruler of the Corpse Country, the source of the loss of control, and the one responsible for the world’s severance was inside.

Even without a clear view of the Emperor, this was already considered "Meeting the Holy."

At a ten-meter distance from the curtain, Sir Yan knelt down and removed the wooden Mask from his face, revealing light blue hair and a refreshed and handsome countenance.

"Your Majesty, this young man is named Han Dong. I encountered him while dealing with the ’Corpse Bug incident.’

Without any support from the Secret Department, he independently researched Corps Bugs and obtained a research manuscript that, in my view, is of tremendous value."

"For this reason, I have brought him here to see the Emperor, to verify his identity, and to crown him as a secret official."

Immediately, a chorus of a hundred corpses emanated from within the curtain:

"The matter of appointing a secret official will be arranged by me.

Sir Yan, you have devoted yourself to the research of the Corpse Bug, sparing us a great deal of trouble, and for this, you have labored hard over the years."

"The Corpse Bug is the lifeblood of our nation, and my existence is to operate this lifeblood for Your Majesty.

Compared to the sacrifices you have made for our country, my efforts are of little significance. If Han Dong’s research manuscript can be implemented as planned, our national fortune will be further stabilized."

"Very well, you may step down now, I wish to speak with this young man alone."

Yan Bowen was still bathing in the Emperor’s praise one second ago, but the next, he was stunned.

"Your Majesty, I’ve only just met Han Dong and brought him here because I admired his talent, but I do not understand his character.

For the sake of safety, I request to stay here."

Although Yan Bowen was entirely motivated by concern for the Emperor,

as soon as he finished speaking, his body was immediately bound by an irresistible force of Corpse Energy, which forcefully ejected him outward.

The next second.

Sir Yan was expelled from the doors of the Taiji Palace, nearly tumbling down the stairs, still in a kneeling and trembling state, his face filled with confusion.

The Brocade Robe Guards waiting at the door also hurriedly inquired, "Sir Yan, why have you come out? What about the young man?"

"I do not know... The Saint seems particularly out of the ordinary today, insisting on seeing that young man alone, even driving me out the door.

We can only wait here at the door, ready to rush to the Taiji Palace for aid at any sign of anomaly."

"Who exactly is this young man you brought back?"

"I don’t know either..." Sir Yan said, his face awash with embarrassment.

...

Within the Taiji Palace.

With the forceful removal of Yan Bowen, only Han Dong remained in front of the curtain.

"Come in."

"Alright."

As Han Dong reached out to touch the curtain, he felt as though he were lifting a mountain of corpses, such a heavy burden that even summoning Togu would probably not be enough to lift it.

If brute force won’t suffice, he must resort to finesse.

Activating [Floating Corpse Internal Classic], he followed the direction of the Corpse Energy on the curtain’s surface, integrating his body into it.

The next second, Han Dong easily entered the inner side of the curtain, achieving a true audience with the Saint.

The scene before him caused Han Dong to pause in shock.

Although he had made numerous assumptions, such a sight was something Han Dong had never anticipated... and he understood what Sir Yan meant by ’weakness.’

The Black Wood Dragon Throne, transformed from some ancient coffin.

On it was ’fixed’ the monarch of the Corpse Country—the Tomb Lord.

Blackened like charred husk, the body was riddled with silver needles of varying lengths.

The end of each needle was connected to ’Corpse oil’ ducts, and a high purity of Necro-element flowed into the body through the needles.

(From the refined ’Corpse oil’ of the Oil Mill District, it was transported to the Imperial City District, where the Necro-element refining equipment underground would further purify it)

The body of the Tomb Lord had become an ’uncontrolled generator.’

The constant infusion of massive amounts of Necro-element, coupled with the Tomb Lord’s cultivation of the unique Corpse Collection—"Destroy World Corpse Code"—generated a kind of Deadly Gas within him that could cut off contact with the Black Tower, leading to a Corpse Change across the entire world.

And for this reason.

The Tomb Lord was in a state of weakness, unable to leave the Imperial Palace even for a step.

And for this reason.

The conditions for an audience with the Saint were exceedingly strict; even the Tomb Lord’s confidants had to be checked before they could step foot into the Taiji Palace.

And for this reason.

The management of Corpse Country as a whole required the use of a binding tool similar to the [Corpse Bug] to ensure that, during the period of world disconnect, there would be no reform movements led by the reanimated in the Corpse Country.

Now, the Tomb Lord was focused entirely on the process of world ascension, aiming to ensure the entire procedure was performed without any mishaps.