"Since we can't beat him, we might as well join him."

As he spoke, he touched the Empress's belly: "The imperial physician said you are pregnant."

"I was alone before, so it didn't matter. I could compete with any immortal."

"But now, I have a child, and I am afraid. I want to maintain my dignity. Otherwise, which immortal disciple would surely help me to maintain my dignity?"

"Faced with this god-like figure, I have no chance of winning. If he wants it, the throne can be his."

"Therefore, I want to abdicate and I want to show him goodwill, just hoping that my Zhou family can be spared."

"As long as you and your child are alive, that's better than anything else."

"I have been on this throne for thirteen years, fighting against the officials, against the Confucianists, against the nobles and dukes. I have fought for thirteen years, but I have not been able to make the Ming Dynasty prosperous."

“I am tired, and I have come to terms with it. This world is said to be the dynasty of my Zhou family, but in reality it is the dynasty of those aristocratic families, those nobles and dukes.”

"In that case, why not hand it over to this immortal disciple and let him fight those people?"

"I'd like to see if those noble families can still be as tough and arrogant as before when facing this disciple of a divine being."

Thinking of this, Emperor Jianyuan smiled broadly.

He knew all too well the methods this immortal disciple used to deal with corrupt officials.

Emperor Jianyuan only hoped that those noble families would defy that immortal disciple in the same way they defied him.

Then he could see those people being torn to pieces.

He had wanted to do this for thirteen years.