Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2600 Eternal Life

"Then what do you want to do?"

Lin Baoyue's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and Ying Baoyue, who knew what would happen in the future, had even more ominous guesses.

What is the wish that could make Emperor Ying give up even the throne?

What in this world can surpass the temptation of secular imperial power?

"I remember asking you that question before," Emperor Ying said calmly, "What is the purpose of your cultivation?"

"I also said that," Lin Baoyue said calmly, "I am trying to protect what I want to protect."

"But you didn't protect anything, did you?"

Emperor Ying laughed sarcastically, "You and your master have almost reached the pinnacle of your cultivation, but you are still so powerless."

"It's not just you, even the Beast God is like this," Emperor Ying said calmly, "Even gods can die, there's really no point in practicing this way."

"I used to often wonder what the purpose of cultivation is," Emperor Ying said with a look of world-weariness, "I have clearly understood all the mysteries of cultivation, but I cannot become a human god."

"Talent? What exactly is talent?"

"Since everything is determined at birth, what's the point of practicing so hard? It would be extremely foolish to sacrifice your life in the process of practicing."

Such words coming from the mouth of the founder of a realm of cultivation are particularly terrifying.

Lin Baoyue stared into Emperor Ying's eyes and suddenly realized that something was wrong with him.

There seemed to be something probing deep in Emperor Ying's pupils, and it was pitch black.

What is that? A bug?

"Wait, you..."

Lin Baoyue got goosebumps all over her body and was about to ask a question when Emperor Ying suddenly raised his voice, "After Su'er died, I finally understood what I wanted."

When Lin Baoyue suddenly heard Ying Su's name, he shuddered all over.

"what do you want?"

"When I was young, I wanted to conquer the world and become the ruler of the world. But after I became the ruler of the world, I was unable to travel around the world for the rest of my life."

"Later, I hoped that the Ying family's legacy would be passed down for generations, but my eldest son died young."

Emperor Ying said calmly, "Hao'er is a guy who cannot protect the legacy of our ancestors. If the throne is passed to him, the Qin Dynasty will be doomed sooner or later."

Lin Baoyue was shocked that Emperor Ying could see this clearly.

But if you think about it carefully, how could he not understand.

A trace of disgust flashed across Emperor Ying's eyes. "Since God treats me this way, why should I obey God's will?"

Ying Baoyue had already guessed what Emperor Ying wanted, and she had guessed it eight years ago.

"So what you want," Lin Baoyue stood up from the chair, "is for you to live forever?"

There was silence in Lingxiao Pavilion, but in the silence, Ying Baoyue heard the sound of undercurrents.

The thing hidden behind Emperor Ying’s pupil was not a bug, but something she was very familiar with and had seen many times in this life.

Black mud.

Emperor Ying laughed, and gradually he couldn't control his laughter. Black mud overflowed from his eye sockets, but the next moment it shrank back like a worm.

"That's right. I don't need my descendants to pass on my legacy for eternity." The man raised his lips. "Isn't it enough for me to live on for eternity?"

Live forever...

Lin Baoyue quietly stared at the man in front of her who had become an utterly unfamiliar person.

This is not an uncommon wish.

From ancient times to the present, which king did not want immortality?

Emperor Ying, as the ruler of the world, worked so hard to study the way of cultivation. Lin Baoyue knew it very well before that he wanted to become a human god and achieve immortality.

But wishes are just wishes, and most emperors just seek immortality and ask for advice.

But the current appearance of Emperor Ying...it is obvious that he has been possessed by a demon.

But he was not just crazy, his eyes were terribly clear, and he seemed to treat this impossible matter as a government matter. This was probably the only difference between him and those incompetent rulers. Emperor Ying did not trust any Taoist priests, but planned this matter in an orderly manner.

"How do you want to live forever?"

Lin Baoyue asked expressionlessly, "Are you going to turn me into a pill?"

She was very curious about what Emperor Ying wanted to do with her. Was he really going to stew her like he did with Tang Monk?

"Your spirit can be used to refine elixirs, but you yourself," Emperor Ying said calmly, "can be of greater use."

"Have you found any method?" Lin Baoyue asked.

Based on her understanding of Emperor Ying, he would not do anything unless he was sure of it.

To be honest, if killing her could really help him achieve immortality, Emperor Ying would have done it long ago.

This is what makes him different from those foolish emperors who were deceived by alchemists. This man is indeed an extremely intelligent person.

She still remembered her master's previous description of Emperor Ying, that he was a man with the "spirit of a scientist."

Although this evaluation is extremely strange, Emperor Ying is indeed worthy of it.

"I have indeed found a method, and it has been verified on the divine beast," Emperor Ying looked at Lin Baoyue, "I am ready."

He was indeed ready.

He even gave up his worldly identity.

Lin Baoyue stood silently beside the desk and looked up at the top of his head.

When Emperor Ying chose to "die" and leave this world, there was no room for turning back the situation.

"You said Ying Hao would destroy this country, but you have already died."

Lin Baoyue raised her head and looked directly into Emperor Ying's eyes. "How do you plan to control this country?"

"This is not something you should worry about," Emperor Ying looked at her with a smile, "I am very grateful to you and your master for helping me gain the world, and you will continue to help me become the master of the world in the future."

"For thousands of years, from generation to generation."

Lin Baoyue's back was covered with dense bumps.

"How can I help?"

"You will become part of the widower, and your master will become part of this country."

The man's voice echoed in the empty underground palace, strange, eerie and desolate.

As his voice rang out, a dark blood-red light lit up under Lin Baoyue's feet.

Lin Baoyue lowered his head and looked at the densely packed formation patterns on the ground. Only Emperor Ying could draw such a complicated formation, but even for him, it would not be possible to draw it in a short time.

This was a ceremony that had been carefully prepared for a long time.

A ritual to sacrifice a fire mage.

The moment the formation lit up, Lin Baoyue's feet seemed to be firmly bound to the ground by an invisible force, and even with the strength of a second-level practitioner he was unable to break free.

"I originally designed this formation for your master, but it is also very suitable for you."

Emperor Ying looked at the sacrificial garments on Lin Baoyue and said, "I have to say, you and her are really alike."

"She can't be with me, but having you is enough."

"You will always be with me as a widower," Emperor Ying smiled as he walked closer to her, "for all eternity, you will never be free from it."

Lin Baoyue's entire body was bound by the dark red patterns of the formation, and she felt the pain of her soul being torn away.

Thick darkness came over her.

She heard the last words before he died.

"The gods are disgusted and no longer reincarnate."

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