He Wants to Be Immortal Emperor, Then Let Him!

The succession of imperial fortune had never been a simple matter.

It was not as though someone could storm into the Golden Throne Hall, crush the Human Emperor to death in one grip, and naturally take over the throne.

One first needed sufficient legitimacy, then the ability to keep the court in line, and finally to set the vast imperial court in motion. Only when decree after decree had been conveyed across the four continents, through the efforts of countless court officials, could one truly secure this realm.

Yet that young man in black robes seemed not to care about any of it.

Blood still stained the dragon throne. Not a single civil or military official in the Golden Throne Hall dared make a sound, much less leave the hall. Naturally, they could not proclaim him a true Human Emperor.

The Divine Dynasty had already fallen into ruin, and imperial authority seemed to have become a joke.

He looked nothing like a noble sovereign. He was more like a butcher with a butcher knife tucked at his waist, a vicious rogue.

He had barged into the court carrying a blade, seized that chair, and after killing everyone, grown somewhat weary. So he brazenly lay down to rest upon the filthy chopping block.

Compared to the affairs of state that concerned everyone else, he seemed more willing to listen to the two women beside him recount stories that had already passed.

Gu Li and Ye Lan stood to the left and right of the dragon throne.

Just like beside the wine pool in that old courtyard—except the man had become the Shen Yi before them.

"Six True Buddhas gathered in the imperial city. He died... Even at the moment of death, he never used that imperial fortune..."

Gu Li's eyes reddened.