If You Don't Court Death, You'll Never Become an Emperor

The sickly Gai Jiuyou sprang to life, brimming with energy. Talk to the old man about attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor, and he had no interest.

He had once reached the threshold of attaining the Dao, nearly leaping into that realm. He had fought all under heaven without meeting a match and looked down upon the teeming masses. He no longer yearned for it.

Gai Jiuyou had grown weary. It was not that he could not compete, but that he did not wish to. As the years passed, he had become a nine-thousand-year-old man on the verge of passing away. Not only had his body aged; his Dao Heart had aged too.

Forget becoming an emperor. Gai Jiuyou had no interest even in the Immortal Ascension Road. Through the endless ages, it had opened more than once, yet not one ancient emperor had become immortal. It seemed almost like a fraud.

But mention the Azure Emperor, and Gai Jiuyou was instantly wide awake.

That was the Azure Emperor. The damned Azure Emperor! The one who had suppressed him all his life, the one he had spent a lifetime looking up to!

It was not merely the grudge over the Azure Emperor's Dao suppressing him and barring his path to enlightenment. There was also admiration, longing, and the conviction that he must challenge him. Tempered by time and eight or nine thousand years of brooding, Gai Jiuyou's fixation on the Azure Emperor had taken root.

Even now, he searched the Eastern Wasteland for the Desolate Pagoda and the Azure Emperor.

"Azure Emperor, where the hell are you?!"

Gai Jiuyou had long held that breath bottled up inside him, unable to let it go. Alive, he wanted to see the man; dead, he wanted to see his corpse.

Yet now