After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

In the library, Lin Fan gazed at the imperial city and shook his head slightly.

At the summit of the imperial city in the capital of the Tang Dynasty, a figure sat cross-legged, his majestic aura enveloping the entire Tang capital. He appeared to be full of vitality, but Lin Fan saw a hint of decay within him.

He is nearing the end!

The Tang emperor is dying.

"Truly worthy of the title of Emperor."

Lin Fan said, turning his gaze back to the two departing figures, one large and one small, one tall and one short, appearing so tiny amidst the ice and snow.

A human emperor, who devoted himself to the cause of humanity, was still protecting humanity even on his deathbed, suppressing the world with his blood and spirit. But who can carry on his legacy?

In the Star Palace of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Emperor looked towards the capital and frowned slightly.

who is it?

A gaze that even he could not trace, in just an instant, seemed to see through everything here, saw his depleted dantian and knew that he was only at the end of his rope.

Are they from another race?

He focused his mind, and a murderous aura filled the entire Star Palace, causing those guarding outside the Star Palace to tremble.

Could it be a human?

His murderous aura subsided, and a hint of weariness appeared in his eyes. The human race had suffered too much. If he died, what would become of the Tang Dynasty? What would become of the countless humans on this land?

He seemed to see a scene of blood flowing for thousands of miles, with flesh and blood stretching to the horizon.

He sighed softly and then closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

He could only try his best to live longer, giving the human race on this land more time.

Snowflakes drifted across the land, and the world was bustling with activity. The Tang capital was a scene of splendor, with its hundred-mile-long streets, jade-paved streets, and magnificent palaces. Little did anyone know that all of this could vanish at any moment.

The library was quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning. Lin Fan's cultivation had broken through again, reaching the sixth level of the Celestial Realm, but this did not cause any ripples in the library.

Breakthroughs in cultivation are as easy as drinking water.

Lin Fanqiang's strength was never in cultivation level, but in realm.

There are four realms in swordsmanship: sword momentum, sword intent, sword domain, and entering the Dao. Below the level of a saint, the strongest is no more than the realm of sword domain, and Lin Fan had already entered the Dao three years ago.

"Brother Ming, what are you doing?"

In a side courtyard of the Hanshan Martial Arts School, several teenagers propped up a dilapidated window and looked at the figure waving a tree branch in the courtyard, asking a question.

"Practicing swordsmanship."

An echo came from the courtyard, and the group was taken aback.

"Practicing swordsmanship?"

Is waving a tree branch around haphazardly what you call practicing swordsmanship?

Could it be that Brother Ming's brain has been frozen shut?

"Hiss~"

A gust of cold wind swept in, and the group shivered, quickly closing the windows.

They were all refugees who had fled from war. Fortunately, the abbot took them in as servants. It was already difficult enough for them to survive, so how could they possibly want to cultivate themselves?

Cultivation is something only those well-dressed martial arts school disciples can do.

They didn't understand Qin Ming; they just thought he was possessed.

Qin Ming didn't know how to cultivate. He only had that one page of paper and the sword in his heart. He was just imitating that sword from memory.

This sword was nameless, but he gave it a name.

Lightning Punishment!

The thunder that tears the heavens and earth is a form of divine punishment for humanity.

As he swung the branch, spiritual energy gathered from heaven and earth, flowing into his body in succession. Unbeknownst to him, he was already immersed in the sword in his heart.

In another servants' quarters, Qin Ge also took out the zither that Lin Fan had given him.

Afraid of disturbing the others in the room, she secretly went to the snow, covered her mouth and nose, exhaled, and jumped up in the swirling snow.

From initial hesitation to awkwardness, they gradually became more familiar with each other.

She tucked a sheet of paper into her body, pressing it tightly against her skin, and the image of her plucking the strings of a zither under the banyan tree flashed through his mind.

Gradually, they entered the realm of understanding.

She also gave this piece of music a name.

It is called the birth of all things.

Winter passed and spring came again; three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The boy has become a disciple of Hanshan Martial Arts School, achieving the feat of many people leaping over the dragon gate, and even earning the title of Thunder Sword in Tangdu.

Qin Ge, on the other hand, was chosen by the Yuwen family, one of the four great clans of Tangdu, and became a companion to one of the Yuwen family's eldest daughters, moving into the Yuwen family mansion.

That year, Qin Ming was sixteen years old, and Qin Ge was thirteen.

The two returned to the library once again. Three more years passed, and the library became even more desolate, as no one had set foot there for three years.

The once-dead banyan tree has sprouted hundreds of branches, its entire body covered in lush greenery, swaying gently in the breeze, as if it has been given a life of its own.

Just like when they came before, that person was still lying on the deck chair under the banyan tree, as if taking a nap.

Beside her was a pot of boiling tea, its aroma wafting out. Qin Ge stepped forward and refilled the empty teacup, then waited quietly to the side.

Three years have passed, and the once naive girl has grown into a graceful young woman. Her light green dress sways gently, her soft and delicate beauty cannot be concealed.

Qin Ming was still holding that branch in his hand. Three years had passed, and the branch had not withered at all, making it even more enchanting in the courtyard.

for a long time

The person on the recliner stretched, and the book fell off their body and landed on the ground. Qin Ming bent down to pick it up, and Lin Fan looked at the two people in front of him and smiled slightly.

"They're here."

Lin Fan said.

"Seventh level of Spiritual Ability, ninth level of Spiritual Ability, not bad."

In Lin Fan's eyes, their cultivation levels were already considered geniuses, having progressed from the initial stages of cultivation to the late stage of the Spirit Connection realm in just three years.

Upon hearing this, both of them bowed respectfully.

"It is all because of the Taoist scriptures taught by the Master that I occasionally gained some insights, which led to my current level of cultivation."

They said they were very talented, but that wasn't the case. They had been tested once when they worked as handymen at a martial arts school.

It can only be considered average.

What truly allowed them to defy fate were those two pages of Taoist scriptures.

It was not just two simple pages; it contained an indescribable power of Daoist principles that was constantly nurturing their foundation.

Only then did they realize just how powerful Lin Fan truly was.

He was not merely a scholar, as outsiders claim, nor did he lose his ambition due to the annihilation of his clan, as rumors suggest.

True masters live in seclusion amidst the city; you are a truly exceptional person.

"Unfortunately, time is running out; he won't be able to wait for you."

Lin Fan continued.

The casual words startled both of them.

I don't understand Lin Fan's meaning.

Lin Fan looked at the Tang Palace. Three years had passed, and the Tang Emperor could no longer suppress the blood collapse and decline. Now, not only him, but also the Celestial Realm experts in the Tang capital could sense his condition.

This emperor, who has protected this land for thousands of years, is about to die.

Qin Ming followed Lin Fan's gaze toward the palace, then his expression hardened, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

These days, undercurrents are surging in Tangdu, and an unknown force is emerging in Tangdu. The four major clans of Tangdu are also in a state of tension.

He just hadn't guessed that would be the reason.

"It's His Majesty...he..."

He couldn't believe it.

The Tang Emperor was a god-like figure in the hearts of countless people. He single-handedly suppressed the world and protected the human race so that its flame would never be extinguished. No one would have thought that he would die.

"He's dying."

Lin Fan said that he was the only one who truly understood the Tang Emperor's condition.