I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 656 - 382: Eve of the Celebration

June 11th, 2 PM.

Forbidden City.

All public exhibitions are halted today.

However, considering the recent influx of events, there weren’t many visitors in the mood or with the energy to tour the Forbidden City anyway.

Thus, after a quick clearance, Chen Yun quietly walked through the palatial complex with its long history.

Today is the day before the Unity Celebration.

Most of the Do Council mbers have arrived today to pay their respects to Chen Yun and seek deep insights about the Unity Celebration.

After all, Chen Yun could disappear without a trace at any mont.

Many of the decisions, these people dare not make on their own.

Thus, such a eting is needed.

A significant eting like this should indeed be held in a solemn place. Considering the presence of the King, it’s best to hold it in a palace-like venue.

While Xi’an as a historic capital of thirteen dynasties holds a significant position, it lacks a complete palace.

Kaifeng, Jinling, and other places are similar in this regard.

So.

The most suitable place is here.

The Forbidden City, which served as the imperial palace during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

It’s the most complete and magnificent ancient palace complex still in existence today.

As Chen Yun strolled into the main hall.

He could see a myriad of council mbers and relevant specialists already waiting there.

Though Chen Yun was wandering around the Forbidden City and hadn’t reached them yet, all of them stood in neat, solemn formation.

At a glance, there was not an empty seat.

The only vacant spot appeared to be the dragon throne at the top.

With a thought.

Chen Yun silently appeared above it.

And in the instant he sat on it, the Spiritual Position transford the dragon throne.

Firstly.

He is a king who has surpassed all previous emperors.

Naturally, he wouldn’t use sothing used by those emperors.

Otherwise, he would feel uneasy using it.

To be honest.

This includes the Forbidden City and many foreign royal palaces; they all make him uneasy.

After the Unity Celebration, one of the many significant tasks of the new Human Federation is to construct a palace complex befitting his status.

Secondly.

He genuinely disliked the appearance of this dragon throne.

He had the privilege to whimsically change the dragon throne to one he preferred.

And Chen Yun’s action.

Instinctively drew the gaze of the silent crowd, who had dared not look directly at the dragon throne.

Upon seeing Chen Yun and the vastly transford throne, they all imdiately knelt on one knee and hailed: "Welco King Chen!"

The throne presented an overall streamlined modern aesthetics, with a simple yet dignified contour.

The back of the chair stood tall, capped by an abstract, three-dinsional sculpture of a dragon’s head facing forward, exuding sharp vigilance as if guarding the throne’s master.

Apart from the dragon head on top, the middle area of the chair’s back featured the pattern of a winding dragon body, composed of tallic lines, sleek and strong, conveying a dynamic sense.

The armrest design was equally unique; they extended naturally from the sides of the chair’s back, ultimately forming four graceful dragon claws that firmly landed on the ground, serving both as support points and adding to the overall stability and visual impact.

At this mont, Chen Yun sat upon it.

Coupled with the elite of humanity kneeling below, an aura naturally emanated.

At this mont, anyone witnessing the scene.

Would inevitably shout praises to the king’s majesty!

However, to speak frankly, even without witnessing this breathtaking scene.

Countless people across the world desire to admire the king’s majesty, eager to kneel at his feet and sing with conquest.

It’s just that.

Not everyone can have this opportunity.

Yet, Bren Maxwell, presently beaming with excitent, is one of those entitled to it.

On June 4th at the United Nations Headquarters, when the king first appeared to the public, he was there as a journalist for a news agency, covering the live broadcast.

On that day.

Instinctively, he pulled out his cara and snapped a photograph.

In that photograph.

The king was floating under the setting sun, below him were all the elite of humanity with expressions of fear and bewildernt.

The perfect composition, the just-right lighting and shadows, the realistic feel of the live capture combined with the profound significance represented by this photograph.

Instantly turned it into the most widely disseminated photo online after June 4th, almost accompanying any article ntioning the king.

Then...

Following the king’s swift conquest of the world.

Bren Maxwell’s status rose accordingly.

That photo.

Elevated him from a top-tier reporter to one of the deputy ministers of the New Human Federation’s Publicity Departnt.

This leap.

Left him feeling dreamlike for a long ti.

Once, his greatest dream was to win a Pulitzer Prize.

But now.

He is already at the deputy ministerial level.

In the present Human Federation, that’s equivalent to the rank of a Special Zone’s top dignitary.

Now knowing why he receives such treatnt, Bren Maxwell regards the king upon the throne with unprecedented respect and reverence.

"King, is it okay to docunt the eting from this angle?"

Bren Maxwell holding a cara, along with two assistants, asked from not far below the throne.

As part of the Publicity Departnt.

He naturally needs to record this eting; it’s material for future historical docuntation.