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

Chapter 320: Ascension in the Sun, Golden Age of Immortals and Gods

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Hearing Jiang Xuanzhen’s words, everyone in the courtyard looked at him.

The way Ji Wujun looked at him became full of admiration, while the others were stunned.

“My master is an immortal. How can he be the emperor?” Bai Qi cried out. Jiang Tianming stared at Jiang Xuanzhen, curious about his identity.

“Emperor, aren’t you being too sad?”

“Tsk tsk, it’s good to give up your position. Great Jing’s emperors have indeed failed over these past few years.”

“In fact, it’s normal. Since ancient times, most people in the Sovereign Dynasty are fatuous and mediocre. How can there be so many sage and wise rulers?”

“I don’t think it’s their fault. Emperor Yanwu, Emperor Dinghe, and even Hongzong are ambitious, but the restrictions on them are too hard to break out of. The only one who is truly to blame is Anzong. He’s really trash!”

Jiang Xuanzhen did not look up as he listened to everyone’s discussion. His forehead was pressed against the ground and blood began to flow. After a while, a voice came from the Daoist temple. “Come in.”

The door of the Daoist temple was also opened.

Jiang Xuanzhen looked up with tears still in his eyes. As he looked at the Daoist temple, he suddenly felt nervous. His knees seemed to have taken root and he could not stand up.

“Stinky brat, what are you waiting for? What request do you have? Hurry up and tell your ancestor.”

The Sword God patted Jiang Xuanzhen’s shoulder and urged him.

Jiang Xuanzhen came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up. He trembled as he walked into the Purple Cloud Palace and the door closed behind him.

Bai Qi, Ye Xun, and the others continued to chat, curious about what the Dao Ancestor and Jiang Xuanzhen would talk about.

After entering the Daoist temple, Jiang Xuanzhen realized that the space inside the temple was extremely spacious, similar to a palace. His gaze landed on Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng sat on the praying mat with the Ultimate Yang Divine Light floating behind his head. It was like a small sun that was extremely dazzling, making it impossible for Jiang Xuanzhen to peek at his true appearance.

He was indeed an immortal!

Such a thought surfaced in Jiang Xuanzhen’s mind. He quickly walked to Jiang Changsheng and knelt down before kowtowing three times.

“Ancestor… Ancestor…’

Jiang Xuan said carefully. He had fantasized about meeting his ancestor countless times, but at this juncture, he did not know what to say. His mind was blank.

The atmosphere was silent.

Jiang Xuanzhen gradually calmed down and his thoughts recovered.

At that moment, Jiang Changsheng said, “Have you thought it through? What do you need me to do for you?”

Jiang Xuanzhen took a deep breath and said, “Ancestor, please ascend the throne! ”

He looked up at Jiang Changsheng with a firm expression and said, “All the emperors of the past were wrong. The root of the problem is not the aristocratic race, but luck. Luck has placed a limit on the lifespan of the emperors, making it impossible for them to become stronger. You are an immortal god, so your lifespan will not be limited by luck. Only you can save Great Jing!”

Jiang Changsheng said calmly, “In the future, I will modify the luck of Great

Jing so that the lifespan of the emperors will no longer be limited.”

When Jiang Xuanzhen heard that, he became even more excited and said, “That’s useless. It will be difficult for my children and I to become truly powerful experts that can shock Great Jing in 200 years. If we were to cede the throne to other vassal kings, it would be disobeying Taizong’s will. Only when you ascend the throne can you completely change Great Jing. Only after you become the Emperor of Great Jing and choose another mature descendant hundreds of years later, will it not be considered disobeying Taizong’s will.”

“I can’t be the emperor anymore. In this position, I have to be responsible for this chaotic world and bear the hatred of all the citizens. Besides, I don’t want to be the emperor anymore. I don’t have the ability.” At this point, Jiang Xuanzhen’s tears could not stop flowing.

He thought of his father and Jiang Xuannian.