The Undying Immortal System

As I was sitting alone in a cultivation cave working on breaking through to Martial Lord 5, I received a visitor who I had hoped to not meet again until I had enough power to defend myself.

An old, emaciated man walked into my cave. He wore robes of a stunning light blue, and a small gold circlet lay upon his brow. However, his ill-fitting clothing hung limply about his decaying frame.

The last time I had seen Emperor Li, his presence had been imposing, and the mere sight of him commanded respect. There was only a difference of a handful of years between that encounter and this one, but he looked like he had aged centuries in that time. With his sunken eyes and sallow cheeks, a passerby might think he was a walking corpse.

Even in his current state, reading his emotions was nearly impossible. His weathered face looked to be carved of granite. As he opened his mouth to speak, I expected to see chips of a stone facade break free from his face.

“I thought he wouldn’t even let me see you.” His gaze felt as if it were boring into my very soul. “Forcing me to wait until now only confirmed my guess, so maybe it all evens out in the end, but he’s still a bastard.”

I didn’t sense any anger in his voice this time. The words, like his body, were hollowed out.

“You should tell your friend to be a little more circumspect in the future. There are far too many eyes on him to be running around like he is. I’m not the only one who has a brain, you know. If you continue on like this, others will also be able to piece everything together, and I don’t think you want that, do you?”

A ball of fear began to form in the pit of my stomach.

“What do you mean?”