Super God: I simulated the heavens and was broadcast live in public

Chapter 17 Death, Simulation Ends

At the critical moment, you calmed down. You summoned Shuliduo, Empress Yelu Zhiwu, Duokuohuo, and many important court officials to prepare your final arrangements.

Deep in the magnificent palace, Yun Ming, who had become the emperor, was lying quietly on a rocking chair, wearing a black and red dragon robe.

His face seemed to be forgotten by time, and he had maintained his youthful charm for decades. His hair was still black, but his beard added a bit of vicissitudes of life.

Although his appearance remained unchanged, his vitality had withered like a dead tree.

Beside him, the gorgeous and graceful Yelu Zhiwu was accompanying him, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

Shuliduo and Duokuohuo knelt in front of Simulated Yunming, with a group of important ministers behind them. Their sobs rose one after another, filled with sadness and reluctance.

The emperor turned pale, and a wave of irritation welled up in his heart. He shouted, "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"

His voice revealed the majesty and coldness of a man who had fought wars for decades to establish a country and ruled the world for ten years.

The important officials bowed their heads and responded respectfully, "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

The emperor sighed, his tone softening slightly: "You are also deeply saddened, what crime have you committed?"

He held Yelu Zhiwu's hand and said softly, "Queen, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to hold on any longer."

Yelu Zhiwu's eyes were red, and he tightly grasped the imitation Yunming's hand: "Your Majesty..."

The emperor continued, "The reason I didn't appoint Ying'er as the Crown Prince is because the position carries great responsibility, and Ying'er is young and might not be able to handle it. I originally wanted to wait until he grows up before appointing him."

The emperor spoke calmly, his voice revealing a sense of helplessness: "But I am afraid that I will not be able to see the day when the Crown Prince grows up, and there is no need to enthrone Ying'er as Crown Prince. After my death, my eldest son Yunying will inherit the throne."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Zhiwu burst into tears and choked up, saying, "Your Majesty, your magical powers are unparalleled. You will definitely be able to turn danger into safety..."

The emperor took a deep breath, his face turning slightly purple, but he still tried to remain calm. "Auntie Ao, you are kind and wise, and you always endure things silently without complaint. You do whatever I say. I will always remember your loyalty and deep affection."

He continued, "Over the years, even though we haven't had a deep affection for each other, it has long since become a family bond. After I leave, Ying'er will still be young. I hope you can take over the regency and teach him carefully. My Han family has its own system, which should complement the hegemonic and kingly ways. Do you understand my intention?"

Yelu Zhiwu nodded with tears in her eyes to show that she understood.

The emperor took another deep breath and said to Yelu Zhiwu, "Your martial arts are very strong, and with your master by your side, I am relieved. And your mother is also here."

The emperor paused as he spoke, and his warm expression turned cold in the next second.

"Dokuho, kill Shulido."

When these words were spoken, Shuliduo and the old people around her were all stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man finally struck Shuliduo on the back of the head. Shuliduo fell down with a look of disbelief on his face, and everyone was shocked.

Yelu Zhiwu and many ministers stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

The emperor's eyes darkened slightly as he spoke slowly, "Although she is your mother, she is too ambitious and will inevitably lead to political chaos. I am doing this for the sake of your and Ying'er's future."

He glanced at the dukes of the various tribes in Mobei and said in a cold voice, "I killed her to prevent her from rebelling. Do you understand my intention?"

The dukes of the various tribes nodded, sweat streaming down their faces, and responded in unison: "Understood! We will absolutely obey the Khan's orders!"

The emperor was about to continue speaking when a sweet and salty sensation suddenly hit his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He suppressed the discomfort and spoke with difficulty, "Mobei must be loyal for generations... cough cough..."

Before he could finish his words, he started coughing violently again.

Everyone's face changed drastically in fear.

"I have so much power and I can't do anything, let alone you."

The Emperor, dispersing the Empress and channeling his inner energy, frowned deeply and said, "From now on, I, the Yunxia Emperor, will be half the Han Emperor's blood, and half the Mobei King's blood. The Xia Emperor is not only the Han Emperor, but also the Khan of Mobei. You must be loyal to him for generations to come. Do you understand?"

"My subjects understand that Emperor Yunxia is a true Han Chinese from Mobei. He possesses the most noble bloodline and is the eternal gold of Mobei."

The dukes of the various tribes in Mobei spoke one after another.

The emperor waved his hand, took a deep breath and said, "You guys go out, I want to talk to the queen alone."

"Yes!"

The ministers retreated to the back of the hall.

The emperor took out the box behind him and handed it to Yelu Zhiwu, saying weakly, "This contains the elixir of immortality. I don't know if it's real or not, and I don't dare give it to your master to study. Later, when Ying'er can stand up to you, if you want to achieve immortality, you can try it. If you don't, then destroy it. But don't give it to Ying'er. Do you understand?"

Yelu Zhiwu's tear-stained eyes froze, and she said in shock, "Your Majesty, why don't you try eating it? Perhaps it will grant you immortality."

"The elixir of immortality is very powerful. With my current vitality, I can't withstand it."

The emperor blinked his sore eyes, his face looking extremely tired.

"You must take good care of Ying'er and look after the vast empire I conquered."

The emperor, exhausted, touched Yelu Zhiwu's cheek. He sighed deeply and said regretfully, "I still have a lot of things to do and a lot of things to complete. I will leave you and your mother alone as orphans."

"Your Majesty!" Yelu Zhiwu heard the words, tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string. She held the emperor's hand tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "Your Majesty, what unfinished business do you have, what wishes have you not fulfilled? I am willing to share your burdens."

The emperor was extremely weak, and an indescribable feeling of fatigue filled his whole body. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, causing unbearable pain.

His vision gradually blurred, and he muttered to himself: "Western Expedition. Imperial system"

A trace of reluctance and regret appeared on his face, and there were still thousands of unfinished things that made him die with regrets.

As the world before the emperor gradually fell into darkness, the light screen also dimmed like the other person's eyes, and finally disappeared completely. The audience knew that the protagonist's life had come to an end.

After a brief period of silence, the entire universe became boiling, and heated discussions continued among various civilizations.

"I never thought that the protagonist who once dominated the world would end up like this."

"What a good death! What a wonderful death! This protagonist didn't do much for human beings during his lifetime."

"Honestly, this death is too easy for him. He should have witnessed the demise of the country he founded with his own hands."

"Are you kidding me? The protagonist destroyed half of the city in his battle with Yuan Tiangang, and then absorbed three hundred years of Yuan Tiangang's power. How terrifying must his strength be! Even if his strength dropped by 99%, it would still be enough to easily slaughter ordinary people."

(End of this chapter)