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

His words, though seemingly casual, carried an overwhelming air of dominance, echoing throughout the entire Tang capital. Countless people were shocked, their faces filled with reverence as they gazed at the figure standing in mid-air.

This is the Human Emperor!

So what if they are foreign princes or envoys? I will kill them with a single sword and stand between heaven and earth, worthy of the worship of all people.

Countless people, moved by their own hearts, knelt down one after another.

At this moment, you are the only person in the world!

Human Emperor!

Qin Ming and Qin Ge had just arrived in front of the Yuwen clan's residence when they looked up and saw this scene. They were shocked and bowed in gratitude.

"Is he really going to die?"

Qin Ge asked, seemingly unwilling to believe that such a domineering and all-powerful emperor was already at his last gasp.

The entire city was thrilled by the Human Emperor, but only they knew that the Human Emperor was about to die, and this would be his last appearance in this world.

"Emperor Tang, you are about to die, are you sure you still want to make enemies with us like this?"

Another alien race appeared. He looked at the people in the sky, trembling, and said.

An invisible domain enveloped the entire Tang capital, turning it into a prison that precisely locked onto each and every one of them, trapping them here.

There is no escape.

They couldn't believe that this dying emperor would dare to slaughter them like this.

Isn't he afraid that they will seek revenge on the human race after he dies?

"Could this be... a Dao Domain?"

Some aliens stood before the gates of Tangdu City. The mere inch of distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to cross no matter what they did. They trembled as they spoke.

Looking back at the human emperor in the sky, he was filled with horror.

Has the Tang Emperor attained sainthood?

wrong!

The Emperor's life force was dissipating, and the death aura could no longer be contained, permeating the world. He was dying, but had not yet attained sainthood.

Who is this?

In the library, Lin Fan held a book and stood quietly by the window, his eyes as calm as a starry sea, as if encompassing the entire world of Tang.

"Is the Emperor going to die?"

The people kneeling in Tangdu were suddenly startled, looking at the figure in the sky in disbelief.

A line of blood flowed from the corner of Emperor Tang's mouth. Cracks seemed to have appeared on his body, and his broken body could no longer support him in using the power of the Dao-Slaying Technique.

"How is that possible?"

"The Human Emperor!"

"impossible!"

……

Countless people were terrified.

"Once you're dead, do you think humanity can withstand our wrath?"

"If we leave the human race alive, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"When we return, we will inform our clan elders that in the future, your Qingzhou people only need to submit and provide our clan with a certain amount of food to preserve our lineage."

"Your Majesty, do not make a mistake."

One by one, alien races appeared, led by the barbarians and the stone race. They looked at the human emperor in the sky and spoke.

They were initially frightened, but after speaking, they seemed to gain confidence and their eyes were full of pride.

Humans are nothing more than blood sacrifices.

Countless people in Tangdu watched this scene with horror. So many alien races were hidden in Tangdu, and the leading ones had even reached the Celestial Realm.

The Emperor laughed.

He laughed so freely and arrogantly under the gaze of countless people.

He gazed at the vast sky and earth, paused briefly in that corner of the library, and then his gaze fell upon the alien race.

"So, you're providing sustenance for your kind?"

With a single sword stroke, he cleaved the sky and struck the alien races. No matter how frantically they resisted, they could only hold out for a moment before being cut into a rain of blood.

"Humans stand between heaven and earth, who dares to call us slaves?"

Another sword strike, as mighty as the heavens, leveled the world. This sword cleaved off more than half of the alien races, leaving only a few dozen aliens staring in terror at the Human Emperor.

The Emperor of Qingzhou is too strong.

That was the peak of the Dao-Slaying Realm, a being on the verge of becoming a Saint. Even among the nine Human Emperors, he was one of the strongest. Even if he were to die, he would be beyond their ability to resist.

"madman!"

"After you're gone, who will protect your Qingzhou people? My army will slaughter you all."

The Human Emperor's sword slashed wildly across the heavens and earth, his body cracking more and more, his blood and energy becoming increasingly withered. This was a grand performance, a performance unique to the Human Emperor.

Countless people looked at that figure between heaven and earth, but felt nothing but desolation.

"The Human Emperor!"

When the last alien fell, all their gazes turned to the Human Emperor.

The Emperor stood in mid-air, his body covered in blood. He looked down at Tang Capital and gazed at the heavens and earth, as if he wanted to etch this entire world into his mind.

Then his body began to collapse, his blood and energy dissipated, and his life force vanished, but a smile still lingered on one side of his mouth.

"I'm leaving everything to you."

These were his last words, words that only one person could hear.

His body fell to the ground, and countless people rushed towards it, trying to catch the human emperor who had protected Qingzhou for thousands of years.

However, upon arriving at the location, they did not find the Emperor's body.

"Didn't even the Emperor leave behind a corpse?"

Countless people knelt on the ground, their faces filled with sorrow.

Behind the library on West Mountain, the corpse of the Human Emperor fell from the void and landed in a grave that had already been dug. Lin Fan stood there.

Why bother?

Lin Fan shook his head slightly and said.

After looking at the emperor's corpse for a moment, he waved his hand and covered the body, thus creating a small mound.

Another tombstone was erected.

"The Tomb of the Twenty-Sixth Emperor of Qingzhou!"

As for the name, Lin Fan didn't know, but that was enough.

"There are still omissions."

Lin Fan then looked out of the Western Hills, where several barbarians fled into the mountains with panicked expressions.

"That Qingzhou Emperor didn't even notice us. What kind of emperor is he? He's nothing special."

One of them said.

Despite saying this, his face was full of fear, and his body was trembling.

"We can't stay in the old place anymore. From now on, we'll hide in these western mountains and wait for our army to come. When that time comes, we'll make this Tang capital a river of blood."

"There aren't many people in this West Mountain, except for a library."

"An orphan of the Prince of Zhennan, I heard he dislikes cultivation and prefers reading. He's a good-for-nothing. Fine, let him pay for today's blood debt first."

……

After crossing a mountain ridge, a library came into view, with a stone path covered in green marks and surrounded by vines and weeds.

Several flowering trees outside the library's courtyard wall have just sprouted tender buds, as if they were recently planted. Petals are falling, creating a sense of seclusion and remoteness.

"They know how to enjoy life, but they're just too stupid."

There were seven people in total, and one of them looked at the library in front of him and said.

"I like reading, but what's the use of reading?"

"Fortunately, he doesn't cultivate. I heard that this orphan of the Prince of Zhennan is a cultivation genius, otherwise we would have had a hard time capturing him today."

The Seven Paths had fully revealed their barbarian appearance; their bodies had grown taller, hair had grown out, and their faces had changed, exhibiting some characteristics only found in wild beasts.

The seven people pushed open the courtyard gate and saw the people inside.

Dressed in simple plain clothes and a scholar's robe, he stood on the steps, quietly watching them.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying the sound of pages turning, and the seven of them felt a chill for no apparent reason.