"A... living Great Emperor?" Chu Jiang's mind trembled slightly. The conjecture was simply too shocking. If it were true, it would be enough to shake the heavens and earth of the Eight Wastelands.
Hearing this, the withered old man slowly shook his head, his voice seeming to drift from the end of endless ages. "The Great Emperor has already passed. What this old man refers to are the divine traces he left behind, or perhaps the preparations he made."
"Great Emperors... can die too?" Chu Jiang could not help but press on.
To the vast majority of cultivators in this world, a Great Emperor stood at the very pinnacle of cultivation—supreme and unrivaled, ruling over the universe, the sole one of an era. They ought to be undying and indestructible. How could they possibly fall?
"A Great Emperor, in theory, enjoys the same lifespan as heaven and earth, unweathered through countless calamities." The old man's tone was calm, yet he spoke a cruel truth. "But in the end, they still walk toward extinction. Those with shorter lifespans may not even last a hundred thousand years. Those who live longer, through heaven-defying methods or earth-shattering opportunities, may remain in this world for two or three hundred thousand years. A very few dazzling figures who astonish the ages can even defy fate and live another lifetime, renewing their imperial lives, but... there is an end to everything."
"What could threaten a Great Emperor, invincible in their own era?" Chu Jiang asked again, deeply curious.
The old man fell silent for a moment. His face was filled with endless vicissitudes as he slowly laid out three fundamental reasons:
"First, the Great Emperor's Dao Fruit. It grants a Great Emperor the invincible power to Sweep Across the Eight Wastelands, but it is also like