This day came very late.
So late that the Empire's Fall was not yet dead.
Some Emperor Realm cultivators went to great lengths to stay alive, even at odds with the entire Immortal Domain, while others were waiting to die of old age.
You can't generalize about people.
Neither can you generalize about emperors.
Li Bahuang genuinely had no desire for immortality. When he was about to sit down and die, he was merely curious about the effect of the elixir he had extracted from Cloud Water Rust at the cost of a hundred thousand years of his life.
He just wanted to try and eat it.
After all, at the brink of death.
He couldn't die cluelessly, could he?
This act of eating led to trouble.
"Great Emperor! Do you truly not want to seek eternal life..." Eight Desolate Cauldron spoke hesitantly.
"Little Cauldron, who would have thought that after following me for tens of thousands of years, you still don't understand me at all."
