After sleeping for 10,000 years, the empress wants to lift my coffin?
50 Who could truly not die? Who could truly be indestructible?

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The old ancestor was clearly on the verge of death, so how could he still be so powerful?

She was once a peerless emperor, so she naturally knew what the emperor realm was.

The Great Emperor, the Emperor of the mortal world!

In the end, he was still a mortal.

Even if the monarch body was cultivated to the immortal realm, it could not withstand the invasion of time.

Since ancient times, who could truly not die? Who could truly be indestructible?

Even a powerful Great Emperor could only wait for death when his lifespan was nearing its end.

The limit of a ninth level Great Emperor's lifespan was 10,000 years.

But in reality, not many could truly live for ten thousand years.

At the end of one's lifespan, even a powerful Great Emperor would be unable to resist the constant loss of vitality in his body.

A ten-thousand-year-old Great Emperor was not scary.

They were even pitiful and pathetic.

Their glory was gone, and their heroes were in their twilight years, like the red sun setting in the west.

His strength was constantly declining, and his body was constantly decaying.

He was powerless to attack.

Only death awaited them.

Even a ten-thousand-year-old Great Emperor was like this, let alone Emperor Chang Sheng, who had lived for twenty thousand years.

The current Emperor Chang Sheng should be too old to fight.

But now…

He roamed the starry sky, his aura suppressing the heavens.

There were no signs of his blood essence weakening at all.

Looking at the ancestor who had returned from the starry sky, Gu Qingyao almost suspected that she had been hallucinating.

At this moment, Emperor Chang Sheng's blood was as vigorous as the sun in the sky.

Where was the feeling of being on the verge of death?

Who still dared to say that he didn't have long to live?

" Transform golems."

"Ding! The host has received a hundred times the Martial Saint Puppet.”

Gu Changsheng, who had landed on the ground, used a year of his lifespan to transform into a hundred Martial Saint Puppets.

Longevity Sect was too weak, and they urgently needed experts to hold down the fort.

Now that he had 200 Martial Saint Puppets, it was still insufficient.

"If I can transform them into Paragon golems, I'll have more than enough power to guard the Longevity Sect.”

The birth of a hundred Paragon puppets was absolutely shocking.

As for Emperor-to-be puppets, they were heaven-defying.

Emperor puppets were even more of a dream.

In the entire Lifelong Realm, he seemed to be the only Martial Monarch Realm expert.

Was he going to kill him and turn him into a Great Emperor puppet?

"The Hidden Assassination Pavilion is the number one assassin organization in the East Black State.”

"It's a pity that this time, it's only the Martial Saint assassins.”

Gu Changsheng sighed.

Emperor-to-be puppets and Paragon puppets were only temporary possibilities.

It would be more realistic to develop some Saint King puppets and Supreme Saint puppets.

"The Shura Sect seems to have an Emperor-to-be overseeing it. If it really doesn't work, why don't we go and destroy the Shura Sect?”

Gu Changsheng smiled faintly.

He did not move rashly.

Whether it was the Hidden Death Pavilion or the Shura Sect, their locations were highly confidential.

It was not easy to find their nest.

Moreover, even if they found the nest, they might not be able to capture them all.

Even a crafty rabbit had three burrows. How could demonic sects like the Hidden Kill Pavilion and the Shura Sect have more than three hiding places?

Before killing the Martial Saint of the Hidden Kill Pavilion, Gu Changsheng had searched through his soul memory.

Even this Martial Saint assassin didn't know where the Hidden Kill Pavilion was.

Even the locations where they accepted missions were not fixed.

The only ones who knew the location of the Hidden Kill Pavilion were the Great Saint Sect Master and the four elders.

Even though Martial Saint level assassins were not weak, they were not qualified to get in touch with the real higher-ups and secrets of the Hidden Kill Pavilion.

The rules of these demonic sects were strict, even a hundred times stricter than those of the orthodox sects.

On the peach tree in the small courtyard, Gu Qingyao recovered from her shock as she watched the old ancestor return under the moonlight.

She jumped down from the peach tree, her eyes full of light and worship.

It was simply heaven-defying for an old ancestor who was over 20,000 years old to still have such combat strength.

Gu Changsheng walked over and rubbed the little girl's head on purpose. He smiled kindly.

"Little Yao, you're not sleeping at night. Aren't you afraid of having tooth decay by hiding here and eating candied haws?”

"Humph."

Gu Qingyao pouted.

"I'm not afraid."

At the same time,

She reached out to Gu Changsheng and smiled sweetly.

"Ancestor, Yao 'Er has finished her candied haws. Do you still have any more?”

She looked at Gu Qingyao, who was so cute even when she was acting coquettishly.

Gu Changsheng took out a string of sparkling candied haws as if he was performing a magic trick.

He smiled kindly and said,

"Alright, alright, alright. As much as Yao 'er wants to eat, Ancestor will give her enough.”

" Hiss…This is the Stellar Ice Fruit!"

Gu Qingyao snatched it over in surprise and smiled sweetly.

"Ancestor, you're simply too godly!”

At this moment, she did not have the demeanor of an empress. She was more like a cute little girl.

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