Found it! Found it!
The Old Emperor excitedly walked to the Ascension Platform, unable to stop himself from covering his face and bursting into peals of wild laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA..."
At last... at last! At last, I found it.
He hugged the Ascension Platform, laughing one moment and crying the next.
The Old Emperor would never forget the day he transmigrated.
A full seven hundred years had passed, and he had finally waited for this day.
"I can finally become immortal. I can finally become immortal. I can finally leave this damned world."
Tears streamed down the Old Emperor's face.
No one knew how he had survived all these years.
Though he had been born into the imperial family, he had never been favored.
Back then, the Old Emperor had been brimming with confidence.
Transmigration novels? He knew them inside out.
He could handle them with ease.
He had thought it would be a battle among nine princes for the throne, a struggle for imperial supremacy.
Then he learned that cultivators actually existed in this world.
That sent the Old Emperor into even greater ecstasy.
Immortal cultivation!?
Wasn't that the dream of countless Chinese people?
Eternal life, a single sword opening the heavens!!
The Old Emperor had nearly laughed himself awake from his dreams.
Then, he learned of his own identity.
An unfavored prince.
His Imperial Concubine Mother was the least favored consort.
She was freely cursed at and treated with contempt.
And he himself was looked down upon by everyone, including the eunuchs and palace maids.
The Old Emperor had nearly fainted from joy.
A classic among classics!!!
Too damn classic.
The Old Emperor could already foresee his future life—enough material for a fantasy novel several million words long.
A prince of the cold palace, his fate fraught with twists,