The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO-Chapter 1112 - 1092: Trust No One!

Because the true appearance of the main hall of the First Emperor was vastly different from what everyone imagined.

Not only was it not resplendent, but it also appeared quite dilapidated and old.

The load-bearing pillars used to support the walls inside the main hall, as well as many decorative wooden pillars, have rotted beyond recognition, with ugly gaps covering their surfaces. The ceiling and corners were full of cobwebs and dust, and even the platform barely contained the sounds of mice and cockroaches scurrying around the main hall.

What was originally imagined as the grand opening of the main hall doors revealing rare treasures shining with dazzling golden light, blinding everyone's titanium-dog eyes, simply did not occur.

The ancient martial artists were discussing endlessly, completely unable to understand the situation.

The way the main hall looks, it doesn't seem to house any rare treasures at all.

Even Master Kui Xinghe furrowed his old brows, showing some confusion.

Inside the main hall.

"Aren't you surprised to find out I'm that so-called Huaxia Saint?" Ye Huan asked the girls curiously upon entering the palace.

"Your life is like a monster's, more of a protagonist than any protagonist in a novel. Knowing your past, we wouldn't be too surprised at any outrageous identity you might have."

Liu Tianyun looked at Ye Huan with an expression like she was looking at a monster and said.

Zhang Huimin, Su Qingqing, and Qin Ya were the same, looking at Ye Huan as if he were a monster.

Ye Huan smiled; the girls' ability to accept it was beyond his expectations.

He himself was somewhat shocked and slightly amazed when he discovered that he was the so-called Huaxia Saint.

"This place, it's not quite what I imagined." Ye Huan murmured as he looked around the dilapidated palace.

The girls blinked: "Yeah, we thought it should be more grand and magnificent inside."

The main hall held no life, only a desolate emptiness.

Rare treasures?

Not even a shadow.

Beyond a dragon throne covered in thick dust, the hall was empty.

Ye Huan's gaze fixed on the throne.

It was as if an invisible force drew him toward it.

When he brushed off some of the thick dust with his fingertips to reveal the brilliant gold beneath, the main hall doors slammed shut without warning!

Ye Huan glanced back, furrowed his brow, and quickly turned to wipe away the dust from the throne!

On the two armrests of the pure gold dragon throne, two large characters were engraved: "Under the Chair!"

Under the chair?

The underneath of the chair?

With this thought, Ye Huan gathered his strength and with great force lifted the dragon throne, which weighed a thousand pounds!

Three bamboo scrolls covered in dust appeared before the five of them!

Ye Huan picked up a bamboo scroll, moved his right hand, and brushed off the dust from one, opening it to see.

The contents made his brows furrow, knitting into the character of a "river."

"Ying Zheng, writes:"

"Saint, when you see this bamboo scroll, I should have been deceased for over two thousand years."

"Two thousand years ago, I spent my life's blood fulfilling the Dragon Gate ancestor's wish, unifying Huaxia."

"You may wonder why I became obsessed with seeking immortals and building extensively after dominating the Central Plains, why I labored the people and spent resources to build a tomb at the risk of infamy."

"In truth, all I did was to protect Huaxia's people for generations. To suffer for one generation is nothing, but it saved Huaxia's people for countless generations!"

"The 20,000-mile Great Wall was completed to defend Huaxia from northern barbarians for a millennium,

frescued Huaxia's populace from disaster many times. Campaign to the south Bewitch, to establish Huaxia's prestige,

making surrounding barbarians fear for a hundred years! Seeking immortals was to gain more time to predict Huaxia's future direction."

"Alas, destiny cannot be violated; I lost to the heavens. But fortunately, just before my death, I foresaw your emergence two thousand years later and made many arrangements."

"In my will, I wish to explain a lot to you, but my time is running short, so I can only outline it."

"The First Emperor's tomb appears as my tomb, but in reality, it is the burial site of the Dragon Gate ancestor! Few people know there was a great catastrophe worldwide five thousand years ago. I don't know the specifics. I only know that all over the world there were countless corpses, people living in distress, dying under the catastrophe. It was the darkest moment for Blue Star and also for Huaxia."

"The world fell, and just as the catastrophe threatened to annihilate Huaxia completely, the Dragon Gate ancestor, at great cost of life, astounded Jiuzhou. With the strength of one, he supported a crumbling structure, saving Huaxia and the world, granting people a reprieve."

"But the Dragon Gate ancestor's grave injuries left him doomed. On his deathbed, he cast the Huaxia National Protective Array with his own hands, established the Huaxia Dragon Gate, appointed his seven followers to found seven protective families, in charge of seven Ancient Divine Jade, the keys to the array, ensuring the Dragon Gate protects Huaxia for eternity and prepares for another catastrophic future."

"Yes, the ancestor merely temporarily saved the world; the catastrophe will eventually return."

"The ancestor prophesied if Huaxia survives this next great disaster, it will gain unprecedented cohesion and truly stand atop Blue Star!"

"And Saint, you are predicted by the ancestor to be the one most likely to lead humanity against the catastrophe. Huaxia will be the last pure land and shield for the world!"

"Born with an emperor's fate, destined to rule the world; your martial strength will reach a level never attained before. Unfortunately, someone is secretly concocting a conspiracy beyond your imagination. This conspiracy may change your fate of emperorship entirely, perhaps even killing you before you come of age, preventing you from reaching the world's pinnacle!"

"Before my death, I foresaw that your odds of opposing this catastrophe might not exceed ten percent."

"Hope is slim, but not to be abandoned. The ancestor left behind things you will certainly use. You see those other two bamboo scrolls? They are from the ancestor, surely useful to you, consider opening them."

"Note: Remember, do not easily trust anyone, not even those around you."

"Saint, I leave Huaxia and its people to you..."

The information contained in this bamboo scroll was too vast, and after Ye Huan finished reading, his face darkened as if a storm were brewing.

Catastrophe?

Isn't this what that dog master referred to as the "great disaster"?

Five thousand years ago, the world experienced a great catastrophe, and it took the Dragon Gate ancestor, with power surpassing that of a Divine King, to save the world through self-sacrifice?

Born with the fate of an emperor, what does that mean, World Emperor?

A ten percent chance of successfully resisting the catastrophe?

Don't trust anyone, including those close to you?

Entrusting Huaxia and its people to me?

Ye Huan processed the information in his mind, his face shifting between green and white, as he had no interest in being a Saint or becoming a savior, leading the world against the catastrophe.

But his closest loved ones, he must protect.

He could not tolerate nor accept the loss of his wives in the catastrophe.

Ye Huan's face remained stern as he subconsciously tightened his grip on Liu Tianyun's soft hand.

Liu Tianyun, aware of Ye Huan's concerns, gripped back firmly, her expression tense, unable to bear the thought of losing Ye Huan to the so-called catastrophe! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

At this moment, Zhang Huimin, Su Qingqing, and Qin Ya exchanged puzzled looks, and asked, "Can you read the words on it?"