Meanwhile, when he heard that the spring had prolonged the Fiend Emperor’s lifespan by at least three years, the crown prince immediately felt his heart turn cold. After all, he had already waited for so many years! His father had already been about to die, and the position of Fiend Emperor would have been passed to him in a few days. And yet now, he had learned that everything would be delayed by three years, or maybe even more! How could he possibly stand it?

However, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, the entire country belonged to his father, and there was too great of a difference in their cultivation. Even if he hated the situation, it wasn’t as if he could try to steal the position.

He could only console himself, thinking, Three years isn’t that bad. It’s not too long. For cultivators in particular, it could just be a single instance of secluded cultivation.

Just then, the Fiend Emperor asked him a question, so he replied, “Your son will...