All the mausoleums had been built... There was no turning back now...
Old Huang wrote this diary entry on the eve of his advancement to Black Emperor!
And that was all there was on this sheet of parchment... December 29. The end of the year... According to history, he fell at the White Maple Palace on either the 30th or the 31st.
The last words of an emperor, of a Transmigrator?
According to Liu Bo, Old Huang had deliberately gone to his death to escape the corruption. He had hoped to use the Black Emperor's power of resurrection to cleanse himself and gain a new life...
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have succeeded... What level of corruption was that? Or rather, what exactly was the existence behind the Primordial Moon? Even a Sequence 0 True God had been helpless against it...
Klein sighed inwardly. Not daring to dwell on it, he kept his expression unchanged and turned to the sheet of parchment beneath it.
This diary page had no date, but a line of Ancient Feysac was written at the top:
"Immediately follows the previous page."
The handwriting was elegant and neat, clearly different from Emperor Roselle's. At a glance, it was Queen Mystic's annotation.
Was she indicating that this was the true final entry, written after the Emperor thought Liu Bo could save him? But why was there no date? Deeply puzzled, Klein read on:
"I'd long suspected there had to be other Transmigrators in this world besides Liu Bo and me.
"And Liu Bo had told me that the Goddess and the Ancient Sun God were, too...
"But today, on the eve of becoming a god, I suddenly found a message Liu Bo had left for me!
"It hadn't appeared out of nowhere. It had been there all