"I really don't want to die...."
Emperor Zhenwu's hoarse murmur voiced the sentiments of all ordinary people.
Even the king who possesses the world is merely a fearful mortal in the face of death.
Those achievements he once took pride in—subjugating kings, expanding territories, reigning over the seas.
In the face of the eternal long night, they're nothing but fleeting sparks.
Lu Xuan quietly gazes at the pitiable yet detestable figure before him, feeling a faint resonance within.
Indeed, who isn't afraid of dying?
Even someone as strong as Lu Xuan is desperately trying to escape the shackles of this mortal coil.
Emperor Zhenwu's body trembles violently, his cloudy pupils reflecting Lu Xuan's figure as if seeing his younger self—
The King Zhenwu who stood proudly among thousands of soldiers,
The War God who made the thirty-six Western Kingdoms cower in fear,
The supreme ruler who once looked down on his ministers in Jinluan Hall...
Gasp...gasp.....
