I Do Not Want Immortality, I Want to Win!

Dragon-spined mountain ranges coiled through the land, ancient pines standing tall.

The entire imperial mausoleum exuded a grim, chilling majesty, with black crows occasionally taking flight.

Buried within were every Human Emperor of the Divine Dynasty since its founding. Each had once stood shoulder to shoulder with Imperial Lords!

"..."

The Crown Prince stared blankly at the grand mausoleum. A faint light suddenly returned to his somewhat aged face as he glanced sideways at the lean middle-aged man beside him. "Lin, do I still have a chance to become like my forebears?"

"Of course." Lin Shuya lowered his head slightly.

"Has the Immortal Court truly forgiven the Divine Dynasty?" The Crown Prince was somewhat hesitant. He had indeed received word that the situation across the Four Continents had mysteriously improved, yet he did not know why. The court clearly had accomplished nothing.

"The Immortal Court has the heart to forgive the mortal world. As for what comes next, that depends on Your Highness's conduct."

Lin Shuya raised his head and looked at the other man with something like encouragement.

The Immortal Court had entrusted him with the duty of supervision and instruction. He naturally had to do his utmost to guide this new emperor and prevent the mortal world from falling into chaos again.

"Pull yourselves together!"

At those words, the Crown Prince abruptly turned, his sharp gaze sweeping over the neatly kneeling civil and military officials behind him, all of whom were fasting.

He took a deep breath. Drawing upon the fortune of the entire court and the blessing of his ancestors, he began attempting to sense that vast, unimaginable imperial aura.

This was the first time the Crown Prince had contested his father for control over the imperial aura of the mortal world, yet it went unexpectedly smoothly.