CHAPTER 363: CHAPTER 224: VISITOR TO THE IMPERIAL PALACE, THE STRONGEST GENERATION-LEVEL IN HISTORY

But inside the sleeping chamber, there was no flash of orange light, it was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The King started coughing violently, holding onto the bed, and turned his head shakily to look out the window. Just then, an orange beam of light suddenly broke through the sea surface and shot up into the sky.

Subsequently, the ruins of the originally collapsed Royal Court Hall suddenly began to float upwards piece by piece, with crystal shards gradually forming a huge floating cube under the blood-like twilight.

This is the most unique and also the most powerful "Generational-level Anecdote Fragment" in the world. It can only be used once, and its strength depends on the generational-level anecdote fragments stored within the Royal Court Hall.

In the entire Box Garden World, not even the White King’s Staff can subdue it, only try to minimize its power.

In the next moment, the Royal Court Hall was completely rebuilt, with each side of the Crystal Cube being a hundred meters long.

It suddenly became restless, rushing towards the direction of the Whale’s Mouth like a warship.

This is the ultimate enemy weapon passed down through generations in the Box Garden World, only allowed to be activated at the moment of a national catastrophe; and to activate it, another prerequisite is the collapse of the "Royal Court Hall".

No matter what kind of invader faces this national strategic weapon, they would be instantly destroyed.

The King took a deep breath, clutching his chest, and lowered his head to look at the bone-white staff beside the pillow.

Just then, he suddenly saw a figure walking in from outside the sleeping chamber.

"Who is there?" The King furrowed his brow and rasped lowly, his old, emaciated right hand trembling as he gripped the White King’s Staff.

Yet at this moment, the King was suddenly startled.

Because who he saw was none other than the Third Prince "Cezar".

At the entry of the sleeping chamber, the white-haired young man lifted his head, his cyan pupils reflecting the King’s face.

"Father." he said softly.

"Cezar, are you alright?" The King breathed a sigh of relief and asked hoarsely.

The white-haired young man shook his head: "Father, the situation outside is terrible, I need the staff in your hand."

"Cezar, someone invaded the Royal Court Hall, I destroyed it." The old King said, clutching his chest, panting and speaking intermittently, "Cezar... hold onto the White King’s Staff well, never let it fall into anyone else’s hands—"

"I will." Cezar said calmly, "Rest well, my King."

"Alright... I’ll leave it to you, all to you..."

The old King nodded while gasping, repeating himself, and then slowly closed his heavy eyelids, his figure collapsing onto the bed.

He was dead.

The White King’s Staff emitted a faint light, and the invisible barrier surrounding the King suddenly vanished.

Only then did Cezar lift his head, curiously and suspiciously glancing at him.

After confirming he was truly not breathing, he tiptoed to the bedside, reached out and grasped the White King’s Staff from the King’s hand, pulling it out.

He exhaled, lifted his hand, and removed a transparent fox mask from his face.

At this moment, Cezar had evidently changed faces, even his height was different.

"The old King really did love this Third Prince... to hand over the most important treasure of the Royal Court just like that, by the way, what on earth was that thing in the sky just now?"

Tong Zizhu murmured to herself, lowering her eyes to look at the deceased King.

"Forget it, it doesn’t matter... as long as I hand over the staff to that albino boy, my task will be completed." She shook her head, tucked the White King’s Staff under her arms.

Then raised her hand to put on the mask, her figure turned into a blur and dissipated.

The sleeping chamber was silent, the world quietly soundless.

A blood-red maple leaf swirled through the window sill and landed on the old King’s aged face.