High Martial: Still in Senior Year, Yet the System Gives Me an Emperor's Pension

He Zheng transmigrated to a high-martial world with mediocre aptitude, while his foster sister awakened a god-tier talent and shocked the entire nation!

The school beauty sneered at him, and his classmates relentlessly put him down. Just as He Zheng was preparing to lie flat and live off someone else, the System that was eighteen years late finally activated.

[Ding! The Host is in the twilight of his life as a Great Emperor. He has just fought a bloody battle against the Beast Empress, his life force is exhausted, and he is about to perish!]

[The System is forcibly granting a life-saving divine medicine: Nine-Turn Immortal Golden Pill!]

[The System is forcibly granting an unparalleled legacy: Heaven-Swallowing Chaos Art!]

He Zheng stared at the divine medicine in his hand, which could push his blood and qi past 100,000 with a single bite, lost in thought.

“I’m only a high school senior, and I’m not even a martial artist. What the hell do you mean, twilight of a Great Emperor?”

A few months later, the myriad races invaded, the Abyssal Beast King descended, and all humanity fell into despair.

He Zheng sighed helplessly, stepped into the air, and smashed a star with one punch. “System, you call this declining blood and qi?”