Chapter 1829: What Is Life? (1/2)

The old man looked at Li Qiye and asked: “Then what are you here for?”

Li Qiye said: “This world requires an Immortal Emperor like you, the people of the hundred races need you even if I don’t.”

“I’m old now.” The emperor shook his head: “I know just how much weight I carry, my little skills can’t do much now. There are too many emperors in this world; the hundred races have some top ones too so I make no difference.”

Li Qiye shook his head: “You’re wrong there. I’m not telling you to go to the battlefield, it’s not something you want to do either.”

“Then what is it?” The old man asked.

“Mediation.” Li Qiye smiled deviously: “Just imagine, the emperors on both sides are ready to go all out with their sleeves rolled up. At that exact second, foul diarrhea rains down from the sky and makes the battlefield unbearable, even staining some of the emperors. Are they going to give fighting? No, they’ll just go back home for a shower and a change of clothes.”

“Your sister! You’re the one with diarrhea!” The old man angrily said.

“It’s just an example.” Li Qiye burst out laughing: “I’m saying that your accursed stench has a peerless power. You just need to fart on the battlefield and everyone will lose interest in fighting! Can’t you see? This is the best reason for you to continue living, for the peace of the tenth world, for the sake of the hundred races. I think it’s best if you live till the end of heaven and earth and fulfill your purpose.”

The old man stared skeptically at this guy who never cared about the mundane world and asked: “Did you get hit on the head?” [1]

“You’re the one that got hit on the head. Can’t you pick your words better?” Li Qiye kicked the old man mercilessly.

“I’ve lived all this time and know that the Dark Crow is not one for mediation nor a peacemaker.” The old man played nicer: “The Dark Crow kills wherever he goes, turning his surrounding into a b.l.o.o.d.y battlefield! You were the one who started Emperor Hunt, why do you want peace between the two sides now? Such a sudden change in att.i.tude.”

“It shows how peace-loving I am.” Li Qiye smiled and said: “I was born to bring peace and prosperity to the inhabitants of this world. Fighting and killing and fighting and more killing are only things on the surface.”

The old man scoffed after hearing this with skepticism: “If the Dark Crow wants peace, then the high heaven can go ****.” [2]

“Don’t make it sound like I’m a devil king or a bloodthirsty murderer.” Li Qiye said with a smile.

“Not that much different.” The old man said: “There probably isn’t anyone who had killed more emperors than you.”

“Alright, fine, a devil king it is.” Li Qiye shrugged in response: “Darkness will come after the light. I am benevolent and hope to leave behind some sparks that could illuminate the path forward for the hundred races. Of course, if some people are stubborn and suicidal enough, we’ll have no choice but to wipe them out.”

“Not interested.” The old man refused: “The world’s wellbeing has nothing to do with me, same with the prosperity of its inhabitants and the light versus darkness. I’m only someone waiting for death.”

Li Qiye expected this type of response: “I guess dying earlier will actually be better for someone like you.”

The old man remained calm like the unmoving water in a well.

“Is there anything that you still care about in this world? That you can’t give up?” Li Qiye eventually asked with a serious expression.

“None.” The old man calmly answered with no ripple in his emotion.

“What about your children, your lovers in the nine and tenth world, the place where you belong?” Li Qiye continued.

The old man replied: “There is only one thing I care about - when I will die.”

“That’s a bit difficult for you.” Li Qiye commented.

“I know. The greatest tragedy in life is not being able to die even when you want to.” The old man said.

“Death is not scary, it can be a form of salvation. Yes, your situation is torturous indeed.” Li Qiye gently nodded.

He was immortal and had experienced countless disasters and pain. Death wasn’t always the worst fate possible.

The old man stopped talking while holding his pan. Even the heaven and earth couldn’t mess with a cursed character like him. All existences would stay away due to sheer hatred.