In this world, it seemed that everything had a beginning and an end—lifespans, friendship, family ties, love. Nothing was endless or eternal.
Even the merriest banquet would eventually come to an end.
"Heavenly Monarch, farewell..."
"My Lord, I hope there will still come a day when we can see you again..."
Many True Lords were unusually stirred today. They did not resemble old cultivators with deep schemes; their eyes were slightly red as they bowed deeply in farewell.
Perhaps many of them knew that this meeting might be the last one of their lives.
From then on, they might never meet again.
"Sword Son, one day, I will stand before you and draw my sword at you..."
Amid this somewhat sorrowful atmosphere, one voice was rather discordant. It came from True Monarch Lieyang of the Great Sun Sword Sect.
His eyes brimmed with Fighting Intent, killing intent, and a self-destructive madness. He even tried to draw his sword at this moment, showing little concern for things like heavenly tribulations or lifespan.
Yet no matter how tightly True Monarch Lieyang gripped the hilt, he could not draw his sword.
It was not Jiang Ding stopping him.
No matter how tolerant Jiang Ding was, he would never show mercy to someone who wished to challenge him to a sword duel and take his life. He had to generously and magnanimously grant such a person death.
Rather, True Monarch Lieyang could not overcome the fear in his own heart.
Every Spirit Particle, every instinct of survival in his body, frantically sounded the alarm. His body trembled, and beneath that terrifying instinct to live, he could not draw his Natal Flying Sword.
"Take care, everyone..."
Jiang Ding carefully and earnestly memorized the faces of every True Lord from his old Yuan lineage, ensuring that