A light sound came from the bronze coffin. The lid was pushed open and a pale palm stretched out, slowly grabbing onto the edge and lifting itself up.

A middle-aged man rose up from the coffin. He wore an imperial crown on his head and nine dragon robes. His open eyes surged with divine light and when he moved his arms he seemed as if he could step through the stars in the sky.

There was unexpectedly a great emperor buried in this bronze coffin. Although the aura of death wreathed his body, he actually retained a trace of vitality.

The auras of life and death were mixed together. Although they were diametrically opposed to each other, they freely flowed around in a stable and continuous system.

This was incredibly strange and eerie.

The man’s eyes fell on Zhan Lingtian and Lin Weiwei. His pupils flashed and he said, “How many years has it been since the founding of the nation? How is the strength of the empire now?”

Zhan Lingtian was beyond excited. Although he found it hard to accept, he already realized that this great emperor who seemed both alive and dead was actually the founding emperor.

The portrait of the exalted one in the ancestral temple and the image that was stored in the inheritance jade slip were all completely the same as this person in front of him. Moreover, it was impossible to fake this aura of a true emperor, one that stood atop the highest heavens and suppressed...