Does This Emperor Have to Pay for Food?

"How much do you remember about your past life?"

"I remember standing in court, being framed, with all kinds of evidence pointing at me. Later... later, I transmigrated to Nine Provinces."

"Looks like we were the same. Perhaps Idle Jiang Li was too."

Jiang Li knew Idle Jiang Li, and First Emperor was not surprised.

Idle Jiang Li had told him that first, a Human Emperor Jiang Li had entered his dream and beaten him up. Then First Emperor Jiang Li had entered his dream as well and beaten him up.

When First Emperor entered dreams to look for Jiang Li, he often ran into Idle Jiang Li. He would exchange combat insights with Idle Jiang Li—through practical combat, of course.

Perhaps Idle Jiang Li had neglected himself for too long. Even with First Emperor training him, he could not recover his former talent in such a short time. He was still accustomed to the system's dazzling assortment of flashy abilities.

"We're here. This is the place."

The two arrived before the gates. Above them, the four words "Mental Hospital" hung as though they could fall at any moment.

"Mental Hospital?"

Upon arriving here, the memories buried deep in his mind awakened, and First Emperor gradually recalled how he had died.

"So everyone else believed that energy was conserved, while I alone believed it wasn't?" Like Jiang Li, First Emperor needed some time to process it.

After living five hundred years and becoming an existence stronger than the Heavenly Dao, he had ultimately discovered that he was actually a mental patient.

Yet that was not even the biggest problem. The biggest problem was that energy really was not conserved.

After breaking through to the Great Ascension Stage, all the spiritual energy First Emperor used in cultivation had been created by