Chapter 1062 The Sin of Qiongqi

"Yes, yes, you are the god of formations!"

Ye Fan was also a rare supporter this time, and pulled Zhulong: "Quickly, God of Formation, let's go to the next room and have a look."

"Let's go."

Zhulong was so proud that he walked in front with his hands on his hips.

Not long after, the third door was stepped through, and a brand new scene came into view.

"Coffin!" Ye Fan took the lead to take this step. When he saw it, a huge coffin was placed there. The surrounding walls were hollowed out and placed with various musical instruments and bells and tripods.

"This is the Emperor Quan's Tomb!"

"Wait." Seeing that Ye Fan was about to step over, Zhulong hurriedly grabbed Ye Fan, "Let me take a look first."

"Okay, okay." Ye Fan suppressed his inner excitement and stepped back.

"It is indeed very similar to the imperial mausoleum." Zhulong agreed at first, his eyes swept across the entire mausoleum, and his brows furrowed: "There are many taboo formations, and it is not easy to break them."

"...But logically speaking, the emperor's tomb should have many floors. The scale at the front is so huge, but only three floors were built? An unfinished project?"

"Hey, there seems to be a pattern on the coffin." Ye Fan also noticed other things on the side. He opened his Qingming Emperor's Eyes on his forehead and looked straight at the looming pattern on the coffin.

"A golden dragon." Soon, the pattern came into view, and Ye Fan's heart tightened: "The five-clawed golden dragon is the representative of the Ninth Five-Year Plan."

"……wrong!"

The emperor's eyes swept across the dragon's claws, and Ye Fan's face suddenly turned ugly: "Why, only four claws?"

"Four claws?" Zhulong was stunned, and then he understood: "Four claws means that there is only one claw missing from the royal power. In ancient times, it was the pattern of the crown prince's clothing."

"The tomb we were looking for... turned out to be just the prince's tomb."

"But didn't Qiongqi say that his son had been in power for a few years? How could he be buried in the same tomb with him? Logically speaking, he should have his own imperial tomb." Ye Fan was puzzled and still felt unwilling to do so: " Will it be fake?"

"Probably not." Zhulong shook his head: "He cares so much about his reputation, there is no way he would lower himself into the four-clawed dragon coffin."

"The Prince's Tomb is correct, but the people inside may be suspicious."

Having said this, Zhulong looked at Ye Fan, who was filled with unwillingness, and asked, "Why don't you go over and have a look?"

"Look." Ye Fan agreed: "We are here, it would be a shame not to see the results."

"Okay." Zhulong responded and started to break the formation: "This time it may take longer. There are not many formations on this level compared to the previous ones. They are all really big formations. I have to spend more time."

"It's okay, just take your time." Ye Fan responded, sitting on the floor, his eyes constantly scanning the tomb.

There is a one-third chance, and it is normal to be wrong, but it is really unacceptable to find out that the person is wrong when you have reached the tomb before your eyes.

"If this prince is the one who will destroy the country in a few years, it will definitely not work." Ye Fan didn't have much expectations for the identity of the prince.

"What prince? Which prince?" Qiongqi's voice suddenly sounded: "How did we get here? What just happened?"

"Are you awake again?" Ye Fan had no choice but to summon Qiongqi again, "You were knocked unconscious by a boulder before. We broke the formation and got here."

"Oh... I can't remember clearly, it's okay." Qiongqi shook his head. I have to say that as the most versatile beast, it is really rough-skinned and thick-bodied.

He suffered heavy losses one after another, and after a while, he was like a normal person again.

"You were talking about the prince just now, is this it?" Qiongqi asked anxiously. He was about to take a step, but just as he raised his foot, he felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of his head, and he quickly took it back.

"Yes, this coffin is a four-clawed dragon coffin." Ye Fan replied, looking at Qiongqi: "Do you have any impression of this prince? Didn't he inherit the throne? Why is he still buried here?"

"Who said the prince inherited the throne?" Qiongqi replied: "That person's tomb has been dug out long ago."

"In other words, the person buried here is not his son?" Ye Fan's eyes lit up.

"Yes." Qiongqi replied: "What are you thinking? I mean, this is the real prince, not the son who later succeeded the emperor."

"It's still the prince." The eyes that had just lit up dimmed again, and Ye Fan shook his head: "Then we really found the wrong one."

"The prince is fine, too. This guy is not bad." Qiongqi, however, had no setbacks: "He is very talented. He has shown an ability similar to that of Quan Emperor when he was young. Although he is not the Supreme Eye, he is also a god. One of the Eyes, not only that, he also inherited the bloodline of the ancestral dragon that Quan Emperor later obtained, and at the same time, he is also a divine grace level beast master."

"Hey, this buff is full." Hearing this, Ye Fan's interest emerged again, "What is the bloodline of Zulong?"

"The five-clawed golden dragon." Qiongqi said: "Quan Emperor killed the Beast King of his generation and merged with his bloodline to become the first-generation Ancestral Dragon bloodline clansman."

"...No wonder you said he can transcend at will." Seeing the power of the Beast Emperor with his own eyes, Ye Fan had a concrete understanding of the emperor's strength for the first time. At the same time, he was also surprised by the talent of the prince.

Divine Eye + Super Legacy Bloodline + Divine Grace Level Beast Taming Talent. In terms of talent alone, he had only thought of such a setting in his dreams.

"Why did such a person not inherit the emperor's legacy in the end?" Ye Fan asked doubtfully: "Is the other son of Emperor Quan even more powerful than him?"

"That's not the case." Speaking of this, Qiongqi touched his nose, seeming a little embarrassed: "He... should be considered to have died young."

"Died young?" Ye Fan felt something was wrong: "The emperor is so powerful, and the prince is also invincible in his time, how could he die young?"

"Well, well... he died young anyway." Qiongqi became more and more embarrassed.

"Speak." Ye Fan stared at Qiongqi: "The facts are definitely not like this."

"Look, why don't you believe it." Being stared at by Ye Fan, Qiongqi was a little flustered, swaying from side to side, and finally, he could only sigh.

"Well, he didn't die young."

"If he didn't die young, why would he be squeezed out?" Ye Fan was even more confused and grabbed Qiongqi: "Hurry up and tell me, don't keep us in suspense."

"This matter is a little complicated." Qiongqi said, looking at Ye Fan: "Probably, after the prince grew up, he couldn't stand the killing of the emperor, and wanted to persuade the emperor to govern with benevolence. He also refuted the emperor's decision in front of the ministers many times."

"Quandi, you should be able to guess that there are few good people who unify the world. The prince's advice, on the contrary, caused the emperor's dissatisfaction, thinking that the prince is a weak person."

"The emperor killed the prince?" Ye Fan guessed.

"That's not the case. The prince's talent is enough..." Qiongqi answered, speaking a little softly: "But the gap between the emperor and the prince was seen by others. The conflict between the two sides became increasingly serious. The other son of the emperor seized this opportunity. When the emperor was in seclusion and the prince happened to be out to redress his injustice, he falsely passed on the imperial edict, saying that the emperor decided to allow the prince to commit suicide."

"Although the prince was dissatisfied with the emperor's politics, he was absolutely loyal to the emperor. After receiving the imperial edict, he was desperate and finally agreed to the imperial edict and committed suicide."

"Really committed suicide??" Ye Fan was listening intently and thought that the prince would fight with the emperor, but he was shocked when he heard that the prince directly agreed to commit suicide.

"Just, did he really listen? Didn't he doubt that the imperial edict was fake?"

"Theoretically, he should doubt it." Qiongqi's voice was even smaller. At this point, it seemed a little humble.

"But I was also deceived at the time, thinking that the emperor was really dissatisfied with him to the extreme."

"I personally delivered the imperial edict..."