When I seized the throne, I deliberately failed, and the world laughed at my lack of knowledge. Thirty thousand years later, my best friend passed away, and fifty thousand years later, the Supreme Master turned into a Taoist being. Only I still have my head full of black hair, dancing on my brother's grave. After the system is credited, the Taoist Fruit of Immortality cannot become an emperor, but it can survive the death of all great emperors. From then on, he went crazy and started to stir up troubles, kidnapping the Holy Son and selling tickets, forcing the Emperor to come and redeem him. He was beaten in his later years, and I descended from the sky with a quasi-immortal weapon. Now that my brother wants to live together in his second life, I just want to say, can you keep my eternal life a secret?
