“Where is Nanchao?” Zu An tried to ask, but Shun had already disappeared without a trace. He and the others were speechless for a moment.

“Hurry and take a look. There seems to be a map here,” Yan Xuehen called out after a while. It turned out she had already gone inside and looked around the old tomb.

Zu An’s group quickly followed her in. As an emperor, Shun’s tomb should have been extremely large. However, when they went inside, they only saw an ordinary throne room. There were many burial objects inside, but unfortunately, they had already all decayed under the ravages of time.

Yan Xuehen was by the coffin. There was no corpse inside, as if Shun had never existed. Zu An even wondered whether that guy hadn’t actually died.

Meanwhile, Yan Xuehen was staring at a diagram on the surface of the coffin. Compared...