Yang Xuan looked at the dispirited Chen Yuanxi. For a moment, it was hard to connect him with Great Emperor Yuanxi, who had once dominated the universe.
His cultivation level had already regressed to the Golden Core stage, so he was no different from a cripple.
"Are you going to die?" Yang Xuan asked.
"More or less. I think so." Chen Yuanxi picked up the wine pot again.
"I have a question for you." Yang Xuan went straight to the point.
"Ask away!" Chen Yuanxi stared blankly at the lake in front of him.
"What exactly happened to the Martial God back then?" Yang Xuan asked first.
"He wanted to become a Martial Emperor. The evil god emissary wanted to kill a Martial Emperor. Zhang Zhongyang asked me to go out and save his life," Chen Yuanxi answered.
Yang Xuan frowned.
Could it be that Zhang Zhong Yang was telling the truth?
"Then why did you fall out with Great Emperor Qingyao 10,000 years ago?" Yang Xuan asked after thinking for a long time.
Chen Yuanxi's eyes were filled with pain. It seemed that Yang Xuan's words had hit the weakest spot in his heart, causing him to tremble.
"Everything was caused by the evil god. I was bewitched by him. I hate it, I hate it so much." Chen Yuanxi looked up at the sky and screamed. His voice was hoarse, and blood flowed from his eyes.
Bewitched by the evil god?
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
"I hate it, I hate it …" Chen Yuanxi was in a deranged state, like a lunatic.
"Sister Qingyao, I've let you down. I've let you down. I was wrong. Sister …" Chen Yuanxi hammered the ground and cried.
Perhaps he would only show such a state and be so heartbroken in front of Great Emperor Qingyao's tombstone.
Yang Xuan did not press him. He just watched patiently.
After a long time, Chen Yuanxi finally calmed down. However, the blood-colored tears on his face were a ghastly sight.
"The Evil God is good at bewitching people, controlling your thoughts and thoughts unknowingly, doing some unbelievable things. By the time you realize it, it's already too late." The tears of blood in Chen Yuanxi's eyes had yet to dissipate. His voice trembled as he spoke, "The Heretic God secretly infiltrated my soul and controlled me. That's why I suddenly attacked Sister Yao and injured her. I'm a sinner!"
As Chen Yuanxi spoke, tears of blood flowed out of his eyes.
"What is an Evil God?" Yang Xuan asked slowly.
"I don't know. So many years have passed, and I still don't know." Chen Yuanxi was almost whispering, and his eyes began to lose their light.
Yang Xuan sensed that something was amiss. He probed with his Divine Perception and found that Chen Yuanxi's vitality had begun to dissipate.
This kind of dissipation was spontaneous, and there was no external influence. It also showed that Chen Yuanxi had long been prepared to die.
Yang Xuan didn't save him. Since he wanted to die, death was his best option.
"What is the Heart of the Universe?" Yang Xuan quickly asked.
"I suspect that the Evil God resides in the Heart of the Universe." Chen Yuanxi murmured. The wine pot beside him tilted to one side, and the wine flowed to the ground.
"Why did the Evil God bewitch you?" Yang Xuan seized the time to ask again.
But this time, Chen Yuanxi didn't answer because his entire body began to dissipate. Like a fluorescent light, it was blown away by the wind and scattered in all directions. It floated to the sparkling lake and then merged into it.
The night wind swept across the lake. Vaguely, Yang Xuan seemed to see a woman with an ethereal figure stretching out her hand.
The fluorescent light that finally merged into the lake vaguely turned into Chen Yuanxi's appearance. He murmured, "Sister Yao …"
In the next moment, all the illusions disappeared, and the world returned to normal.
Looking at the calm lake, Yang Xuan didn't say anything for a long time.
That feeling of loneliness once again welled up in his heart. Like flowing water, it tightly surrounded him.
Chen Yuanxi died.
This time, probably, probably, he really died. He turned into a fluorescent light and went to repent to the Sister Yao he spoke of.
The love and hatred between the two Emperors of the Human Race that spanned ten thousand years seemed to have come to an end at this moment.
Maybe it wasn't perfect, but there was still an ending.
His arm moved slightly, and a huge bluestone flew over from the stone mountain in the distance. It directly stabbed into the ground beside Emperor Qingyao's tombstone.
Then, Yang Xuan moved his finger slightly, and several large words appeared on the bluestone: Emperor Yuanxi's Tomb.
The tombstone was formed. The small tombstone represented Chen Yuanxi's glorious but tragic life.
After thinking for a while, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand again. The tombstone suddenly shattered, turning into powder that filled the air and floated to the lake.
Perhaps Chen Yuanxi didn't need this. He just wanted to sleep peacefully in this lake without anyone knowing, never to be disturbed by anyone.
The wine jug flew up and was also thrown into the lake by Yang Xuan. After splashing the water, it slowly sank.
The last bit of evidence that Chen Yuanxi was here was also wiped away. Maybe from now on, he would truly disappear from the galaxy, and no one would ever mention him again.
"Goodbye!"
Yang Xuan calmly cupped his hands.
Waves rippled on the surface of the lake, as if responding to his voice.
Under the night sky, in the dense fog, another voice sounded.
"You should say goodbye."
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and slowly turned around. What he saw was an Emperor wearing a dragon robe, a golden crown, and a jade belt.
The Emperor of the Imperial Court.
"Should I call you the Emperor of the Imperial Court, or the Great Envoy?"
After a while, he opened his mouth and asked.
The Emperor of the Imperial Court slowly walked down from the sky and stood in front of Yang Xuan.
"Either is fine, as long as you are happy," he said.
At this moment, the moonlight above Planet Qingyao had disappeared and the world seemed to have sunk into darkness.
But there was a sliver of light on Great Emperor Qingyao's tombstone that shone on their faces.
"Great Emperor Qingyao is the top person of the human race," the Emperor of the Imperial Court suddenly said.
Yang Xuan didn't reply and just asked, "What is the Great Envoy doing here?"
The Emperor of the Imperial Court smiled, "I just wanted to send Chen Yuanxi off but I didn't expect to meet Tianxuan The Great. What a coincidence."
"I'm afraid not." Yang Xuan said calmly, "From the moment I left planet Zhihuo, haven't you been looking at me?"
"Oh, how did you know I was looking at you?" The Emperor of the Imperial Court was curious.
"Intuition, my intuition has always been accurate," Yang Xuan replied.
"The human race is really a race full of talents," the Emperor of the Imperial Court sighed. "Great Emperor Qing Yao, Great Emperor Yuan Xi, Zhang Zhong Yang, Fang Rongxuan, Martial God, and you, the famous Great Emperor Tian Xuan. In just ten thousand years, many Great Emperors of the human race have appeared. This is a terrifying matter in any race."
Yang Xuan kept silent and didn't say anything.
"But they all appeared in the human race. What can we do?" The Emperor of the Imperial Court shook his head and sighed.
"Why can't the human race have an emperor?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked word by word.
This was the key. Everything that happened in the human race was because of the words' no emperor '.
"Who knows?" The Imperial Dynasty Lord shrugged, "That's what my master told me. As for why he doesn't want the Human Race to have an emperor, how would I know?"
"Your master?" Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed. "The Evil God?"
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