The tomb of Xian has been fully formed.
Even the uncontrolled leakage of Ning Zheng's aura, the overflow of thoughts, attracts some ghosts to infuse thoughts, twist personalities, forming a primitive sacrificial era ancient tribe.
Many people have already gone to research it.
Because this is the first embers tomb in human history, recording the life of this Xian, attracting the attention of many powerhouses from the Nine-State Four Seas.
Soon.
An imperial meeting began inside the East Sea Imperial Palace.
Ning Zheng sat on the throne, draped in a golden dragon robe, wearing a bright pearl dragon crown, looking at the ministers.
"Present your matters if you have any, otherwise the court session is dismissed," the Chief Steward Yan Shuangying solemnly announced.
"Your Majesty, we have matters to present!"
A fish stepped forward.
The Minister of Rites was a big-headed catfish, wearing an elegant court attire, looking a bit out of place, and said:
