The First Tyrant of Daxia

Chapter 2367 That's Not Me

"Qin Yun, are you really not obsessed with immortality? As an emperor, don't you think that one day you will die and your huge empire will only be passed on to your descendants?"

Black Dragon's words struck his heart directly. He stared at Qin Yun, who was also a huge man, and said, "Think carefully, in these vast territories, which one of them was not gained by your own efforts?"

"But the life span of mortals is limited after all. You can only rule this empire for a hundred years at most! After a hundred years, everything you have will be reduced to ashes. Imagine that everything you value and the power in your hands will disappear in that moment. Are you willing to accept this?"

Qin Yun silently stared at the black dragon opposite him, letting its words be filled with terrifying, soul-struck magic and mind-shaking pressure.

The black dragon's eyes moved, and a curtain of light appeared between the two of them.

"Look carefully!"

Qin Yun raised his eyes calmly and looked at the light curtain projected in front of him.

In the light curtain, an old man dressed in gorgeous dragon robes fell ill on the bed, dying. Under the bed, countless princes and princesses were kneeling on the ground, and behind them was a group of ministers standing on both sides with their heads bowed.

The dim lights flickered in the room, making the shadows of people sway. The yellow firelight made everyone's face flicker or half-bright and half-dark.

The old man turned his pale head with difficulty. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as the bark of an old tree, but one could still vaguely tell that it was Qin Yun.

However, the eyes that used to be so bright and full of energy, with the aura of conquering the world, had become dim, so dim that they could not even see the figures in front of them clearly. Some people were crying, some seemed to be laughing, some were half crying and half laughing, and some were neither crying nor laughing...

Qin Yun was shocked. He didn't expect that he would be so ugly when he got old.

He couldn't see clearly. He used to be a dragon entrenched in Daxia, with the eight wastelands and four seas in his palms. He could make the earth tremble and the ocean surge with a stomp of his feet.

The supreme being, known as the Hero Lord, ultimately could not escape the nightmare of birth, aging, sickness and death. At this moment, he reached the end of his life.

Even an emperor who appears once in a thousand years cannot escape the cycle of life and death!

All the past scenes flashed before the old man's yellow, turbid eyes. Since he came to this world, he cleaned up the internal affairs, reformed the system, and made drastic reforms to the bad policies of Daxia. The sick situation of Daxia finally took a breath.

Later, Wang Min rebelled, established his own Western Liang, and colluded with the Turks. He personally led the imperial army to fight against Wang Min, defeated Wang Min, killed the Turks, crushed Japan, eliminated the surrounding hostile forces, and conquered the countries in the Western Regions.

He then sent troops to the West, conquered all directions, and conquered the Western powers in one fell swoop.

Then we will cross the ocean and conquer the continents of America and Africa. The world will eventually be unified, and the whole world will be flying the flag of Daxia embroidered with a golden dragon.

Qin Yun also became the emperor who unified the world. No one in the world was unwilling to submit to him.

It was a glorious life, but at this moment, one could not see any trace of his former elegance in this old man. He was so old that he could hardly even raise his hand.

The old man became extremely panicked and he felt the threat of death was getting closer and closer to him.

"No! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

The old man suddenly burst into a desperate cry, as if it were a last burst of energy.

Everyone under the bed had different expressions, some were surprised, some were expectant, some were anxious, some were astonished, and so on. Everyone's eyes were on the dying old man.

"His Majesty!"

Everyone knelt down and whispered, as if they were trying to keep their once invincible Majesty, or to see off the old man whose fate had come to an end.

Everyone's expression was different. Qin Yun, who was outside the light curtain, looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

"No!"

The old man yelled frantically, "I don't want to die! My empire belongs to me! My eternal cause should be led by me!"

He suddenly propped himself up and stood stiffly in mid-air. His cloudy eyes showed an unwilling light. His mouth, which was as dry as a withered flower, suddenly opened and roared out extremely angry words, as if he was roaring at the god of death.

But the old man's life suddenly came to an end at this moment, and he just stood there stiffly.

The light curtain in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a ferocious, evil, yet majestic dragon head almost stuck in front of Qin Yun.

"Tell me, you don't want to die!"

The black dragon said in a tempting voice, "After you die, all the kingdoms you conquered will become someone else's. You will never see mountains and fields covered with flowers again, and you will not have the power to command the world... All of this is telling you that death is a very scary thing! As an emperor, you cannot avoid it!"

"Look straight ahead to immortality! As the emperor of mankind, you have better conditions. If it were you, you would surely be able to ascend to heaven and achieve immortality. At that time, this world and this huge empire would forever submit to you."

The black dragon slowly wrapped around Qin Yun's body, and looked at him with a pair of golden eyes, opening and closing its bloody mouth. "And you, just tell me that you are willing to submit to me and help me ascend successfully. When the time comes, the way to immortality will be at your disposal."

Its words are full of temptation, like a bloody mouth hidden beneath a flower. Anyone who covets the beauty of flowers will become its nourishment.

The black dragon looked at Qin Yun greedily. This human emperor possessed the luck and dragon energy that made him salivate. This luck and dragon energy were the crucial things for it to survive this thunder tribulation.

It was a righteous destiny and dragon energy, and even had a bit of the majesty of the long-extinct Human Emperor. Such destiny could cleanse the evil spirit and sins in it, and it was more amazing than the destiny of all emperors.

If he absorbs this luck, the horns on his head will evolve into real dragon horns, his claws will become five claws, his magical powers will achieve a qualitative leap, and the thunder tribulation that is extremely feared by any living being will no longer be a problem.

As long as he gets this luck, he will eventually ascend to heaven.

So he tried his best to tempt Qin Yun, hoping that he would give up his luck and dragon energy. And the people in that vast territory could provide him with incense and luck continuously, so that his cultivation would be smoother and he could reach the top.

"Submit to me, the king of mortals. I can make you immortal." The black dragon looked at Qin Yun with a smile.

However, Qin Yun's eyes were extremely firm.

"That's not me!"

Black Dragon was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Qin Yun repeated again: "That's not me!"