My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God

Chapter 218 - 218: 180 Years Old, The Mystery of the Earthquake

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The 2nd year of the Taihe Era, the beginning of the year.

Emperor Shuntian had passed away, and he had lived for 76 years. During his 64-year reign, he was the youngest emperor to ascend the throne in the history of Great Jing. He was the emperor who had expanded the territory of Great Jing the most. He was the emperor with the highest realm of martial arts in the history of Great Jing!

These three honors were also the greatest in the history across the entirety of the Dragon Vein Continent. Not only were the people of Great Jing remembering and grieving his death, but everyone on continent was talking about him and admiring him.

Jiang Che sent Emperor Shuntian’s memorial tablet into the Ancestral Temple, which was named Tianzong.

Just by leading Great Jing to become a Sovereign Dynasty of Luck, his status in the history books could easily surpass the previous emperors.

In the courtyard.

Bai Qi lamented, “The Jing Martial Ancestor, Emperor Jing Wen, Jing Taizong, Jing Renzong, and Jing Tianzong. Now that Taihe is here, it has been almost two hundred years, right?” Jiang Changsheng calmly said, “180 years.”

He was also 180 years old.

Ye Xun said helplessly, “This is why I like martial arts. No matter how powerful you are, you have to be alive to enjoy it.”

Ji Wujun said, “That’s because of your outstanding talent. For most people, living for 200 years is not as good as dozens of years of imperial power.”

Huang Tian nervously said, “After I become the Demon Emperor, don’t tell me I can only live for another few decades?”

Even after Emperor Shuntian gave up his position, he was still facing the end of his life. It could be seen that as long as he accepted the throne, he had to face such a fate.

“You really know how to dream.”

“Haha, you don’t understand. Who asked you to be so mediocre?”

“Do you want a beating?

Bai Qi slapped Huang Tian with her claw. Caught off guard, Huang Tian was knocked to the ground.

Ji Wujun was already accustomed to their banter. Instead, she found it interesting. The corners of her mouth rose and she said, “The supreme beings of the demon race can live for a long time, because the demon race has no way to lead a dynasty. This is also the reason why the demon race can’t compete with the human race. In the same realm, geniuses of the human race can reach it in dozens of years, while demon beasts need to take much longer. God has allowed the demons to live for a long time, but it has also made the demons lag behind humans in becoming stronger.”

Jiang Changsheng thought of Tai Wa and Tai Xi. The speed at which these two demons became stronger was not slow.

Of course, Tai Wa and Tai Xi might not be demons. Perhaps they represented a new race.

Ye Xun said regretfully, “Unfortunately, the Sword God did not return. That old man has a good relationship with the late emperor.”

The Sword God was currently overseeing the East Continent, and it was said that he was still establishing a sect there. This was also Emperor Shuntian’s idea. The birth of a martial arts sect could speed up the integration of the people of the East Continent and Great Jing. After all, many people were resistant to the martial arts academies with the imperial court’s background.

Jiang Jian went up to Jiang Changsheng and asked curiously, “Grandmaster, what did you say to Tiansheng last time? His reaction was even more exciter than when he heard the news of the victor of the West Sea.

Jiang Tiansheng was Emperor Shuntian’s real name.

There were too many ways to address an emperor. People in the dynasty did not dare to call him by his real name.

Jiang Changsheng closed his eyes and said, “I naturally answered that Great Jing could become a Sacred Dynasty and that he should trust his descendants.”

“That’s it?”

“Then what do you expect me to say?”

“That’s true.”

Jiang Jian said helplessly. He had a feeling that Jiang Changsheng must have said something important that made Emperor Shuntian ecstatic.

When Jiang Changsheng felt him turn around, he continued to pay attention to the Dao World.

The blood egg formed by the little swallow had become very large, reaching twenty feet tall. There was still an endless stream of spiritual energy pouring in. One could vaguely see a bird inside with its wings wrapped around its body.