"What a coincidence?" She widened her eyes.
Zhu Zhengwei didn’t want to continue the discussion with her and said, "There are no rivals left in this world. What do you plan to do?"
She was stunned, not knowing what to do.
In recent years, all the races under heaven have been studying the second method of the Divine Sect, various extraordinary and mysterious forces, and have developed rapidly.
The era has become unprecedentedly free.
Because, unlike the eras ruled by past Great Emperors, the current Beast Race Celestial Emperor has no ambition, possesses great courage and magnanimity, and only desires one powerful rival!
Yet none of these strong beings has been able to challenge him.
"Why not, just fall asleep and go to the future."
Zhu Zhengwei offered a suggestion, "In the future, you might find a new era, a very powerful rival, or even... your rival might come from Outer Heaven!"
"Outer Heaven?" She was surprised.
Zhu Zhengwei nodded, standing on the deck of an ancient ship sailing beneath the starry universe, pointing to the vast starry sky, "Haven’t you noticed yet? On the atmospheric barrier of the Red Moon World, there’s also a building, like a watchtower, constantly observing us, as we gaze back at them!"
She squinted her eyes and indeed saw through the darkness a building on the other side, appearing hazy, much like their ancient ship, beginning to explore outside their world.
"Does that mean they also have Seventh-order Emperor Realm experts, capable of breaking through the barrier?"
She was eager, her fighting spirit rising, "We’re spying on them, and they’re likewise spying on us? Have we entered an era of deterrence? An era of mutual glares?"
"Thus, I’ll use the Divine Hand, the Billion Prison Immortal Thief, to close the prisons of your body cells, tightly shut the doors, and let you slumber into the future, to the next era." Zhu Zhengwei smiled slightly.
She became worried, "You are from the Human Race, a short lifespan, and you are severely ill. Your Divine Hand cannot transform yourself... A healer cannot heal himself. You must close your sea of consciousness to transform. But if you close your own sea of consciousness and lie on the operating table, who will transform you?"
"No one can learn your Dharma Gate."
That was her concern.
Over the years, she had come to understand the shortcomings of this technique.
She feared that when she woke up, the person she most wished to wake would have already vanished completely.
No one was allowed to leave her ship.
Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, "Don’t underestimate me. You go to sleep first. I’ll find a way to open up new paths, extend my lifespan, and catch up with your future self."
She hesitated for a moment, "I’ll listen to you."
Soon, she fell into slumber.
Previously, Zhu Zhengwei’s body was blessed with divine power, achieving eternal life.
But now, the initial body from Bamboo Scenic Village was a true mortal, already heading toward life’s end, about to die of old age.
Countless strong beings gazed at the night sky.
Watching the young human beneath the laurel tree, drinking tea, overlooking the vast earth.
It had been completely realized that the Beast Race Great Emperor and all her crew had fallen into slumber, leaving the ship doctor from that ancient world-conquering vessel, Chang’e Palace, guarding it alone and in solitude.
And this lonely ship doctor was approaching old age.
"Alas, the world had a female Beast Race Emperor, suppressing the age, invincible to all! Yet everyone knows, it’s actually a dual emperor.... This Ghost Witch Doctor, the Great Emperor, has little life left; his lifespan is reaching its end!"
They looked at the moon, gazing at the misty beauty beneath the laurel tree.
"This Great Emperor never ascended the throne, nor did he ever have an imperial title. Not even the Human Race tribe he hailed from was known to any of us."
"A healer cannot heal himself! Those Divine Hands, this terrifying to the extreme Secret Skill, may disappear with the passing of this existence."
"The Seven Techniques of the Divine Sect start from the third technique, and with the owner’s passing, it might become an incompleted supreme Secret Skill, leaving an unimaginable defect."
On the ground, in all the extraordinary countries of Swallowing Wind and Eating Qi, strong beings sighed.
For this existence, having gone through years of turbulence, the great sea battles, two teachings, all the Witch Emperors, Beast Emperors of the world sincerely revered him, respected as a mentor.
The world-conquering ship "Chang’e Palace," having experienced countless battles and escapes, ultimately reached its peak, flying directly toward the stars, bound to become a remarkable story in history, praised by the world, never forgotten.
But time flows on, like a vast torrent.
Always sweeping away one world-class hero after another from history.
No one felt fortunate, only endless regret, for they knew that even if this ship doctor passed away, the true ship owner, the strongest female emperor, still remained in her prime, even having slept early, it wasn’t their turn to rule this world.
"Alas, this lifetime has reached its twilight."
Zhu Zhengwei sat beneath the laurel tree, drinking tea, his face indeed gradually showing signs of age.
He even started coughing blood, his hemophilia intensifying.
"My new body is resolved, but this body’s disease remains, rooted in the depths of my genes. Unless I switch to another body, or find someone of equal level to perform surgery on all my cells, it can’t be changed..."
Zhu Zhengwei didn’t mind, only murmuring, Newest update provided by N0veI.Fiɾe.net
"In this life, without relying on the divine power of the gods, just relying on myself... I plan to live freely, splendid without regrets, if I can break through, it would be a remarkable story, if not, then so be it."