Jiang Ding sat upon the throne.
He quietly watched the empty palace.
Behind him, the phantom vortices of six worlds slowly rose and faded. This Black Demon Palace had once been called the Six Paths of Reincarnation Palace, built by the founding patriarch of the Six Paths Sect, a Demonic Great Sect of the previous Northern Plains era.
After Jiang Ding had captured this central palace of the Northern Plains, he renamed the Six Paths of Reincarnation Palace the Black Demon Palace, believing that a mere Spirit Transformation sect calling itself Six Paths of Reincarnation was far too arrogant and unrealistic.
Now, perhaps it could be renamed back?
In the Endless Starry Sky, perhaps the Six Paths of Reincarnation he now wielded could be said to contain a thread of its true essence, worthy of its name?
Jiang Ding sank into thought.
After a long while, he slowly shook his head.
Not enough, far from enough.
It was still far too lacking.
Within the Endless Cosmic Starry Sky, his current achievements were no more than those of an ant.
The higher his realm climbed, the more he felt his own insignificance. He could clearly see that nearly despairing chasm, blocking generation after generation of cosmic prodigies, sons of True Immortals, sons of dragons and phoenixes, leaving them unable to cross that threshold.
What did his little achievement amount to now?
To bear the name of Six Paths was a path to death, even far more dangerous than the Northern Plains Six Paths Sect of the past.
"A child playing house might recklessly say things like, 'I am a general,' or 'I am the emperor.' Who would care?"
"Even the most brutal monarch would do nothing, because stooping to argue with such a child would be too shameful and would tarnish