As for Emperor Yu, Li Tianming could only say that even if he had not burned his life atop the demon box, he had still been walking a road to death.
Placing his hopes on that demon box would merely have made him die faster.
As for the failure of his final life-burning strike, it was in fact a microcosm of the entire history of his struggle against Li Tianming... Li Tianming's ability to preserve his life and the trump cards he possessed had always exceeded his imagination.
The emperor who stood high above all, seemingly holding Li Tianming's lifeline in his grasp—but had he truly grasped it?
With the lesson of the Eldest Prince before him, perhaps at the beginning, he had considered that no matter how heaven-defying the demon box was, it could not lock down Li Tianming. But by the end of the battle, after his mentality had completely collapsed, everything had become drifting clouds and mist in his mind.
"Sometimes, the affairs of the world are simply this absurd. Scheme and calculate for a lifetime, make one wrong move, and lose the entire board."
Nothing could have been more fitting than this sentence to describe the so-called Emperor Yu.
"At the root of it all, I am no longer a greenhorn. Now, whether it is my lifebound beasts, the Eastern Emperor Sword and Supreme Unity Tower, or the abilities of Stealing the Heavens—even the Void Universe Astral Manifestation and the inheritance of the Chaos Divine Emperor—they have all reached great completion. Even the Primordial Chaos Giant Beasts are only two short... Yet Emperor Yu was still misled by my low realm."
No matter how low his realm was, with these heaven-defying fortunes in hand, Li Tianming was not someone Emperor Yu could casually knead and shape.