Jiang Changkong could imagine just how stifled the other Great Emperors' lives were.
But Great Qin was different.
When he, the Great Emperor, said he was going into seclusion, no one dared disturb him—not even Near-Gods.
What Jiang Changkong said went. No one could oppose him.
Those other Great Emperors, on the other hand, might be dragged out of seclusion over some trivial bullshit.
Whenever they could not make up their minds, they had to seek a Near-God's instructions. They were no different from puppets.
The various nations were still waging war, but they were all merely skirmishing, just going through the motions.
Of course, that was true of the other nations.
The Great Qin Immortal Kingdom was very stable. Even though it had fewer than two hundred Star Saints, no one dared make a move against it.
Earth Immortal Kingdom.
Nan Yuyang and Yu Qiannian sat together, drowning their sorrows in wine. Both wore ugly expressions.
After drinking the fifth jar, Nan Yuyang wiped his mouth without any regard for his image and sighed. "You should leave."
"Leave for where?" Yu Qiannian let out a sigh. "With things as they are now, no one can leave."
"Take your Golden Feather Clan and go wherever you want—the Western Sea, the Eastern Sea, even Heavenly Wasteland or Earth Wasteland."
Nan Yuyang sat up and said dully.
Yu Qiannian fell silent.
Nan Yuyang's eyes reddened, and his expression gradually twisted. "I never wanted to be this Great Emperor in the first place, but they forced me into it.
I did everything they told me to do, and what happened? The moment anything important began, they each scrambled for resources and divided up power. What fucking use are my words?"
Yu Qiannian remained silent.
"I wanted to personally lead an expedition, but what