"Another generation's Human King destined for tragedy had appeared..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
Over these several centuries, Human Dao Fortune had been stirred. One tiny miracle and coincidence after another had appeared among the human race, and one Human King seed after another, similar to Tu Sanyi, had emerged.
They would rise, slaughter their way forward, or perhaps be killed by an old farmer's hoe the moment they obtained an opportunity.
Every possibility existed.
No one was indispensable, and no one was beyond death.
The human race was a cruel and merciless race. It would never be like those Quasi-Immortal Races, where the death of a holy son of noble blood would instantly place their Racial Inheritance in terrifying danger of breaking off.
Even if Tu Sanyi died now, it would likewise affect nothing. The great tide that was meant to come would still come.
Where in the human realm were there not heroes?
In Jiang Ding's karmic calculations, this would be a generation's Human King.
But that did not entirely represent fate. If disruptive factors beyond his deductions appeared—for example, if a Supreme Being personally intervened, or if a Supreme Being's karma stirred—then Tu Sanyi would die if he died. It would merely give Jiang Ding a warning.
There was no question of being heartless.
The Great Sun Sword Son himself licked blood from the blade's edge. If he made the slightest mistake and was found by a Supreme Being, he would be killed in an instant. Where would he find the leisure to seek perfection in all things and shelter others?
Jiang Ding had seen far too much of the karma of this mortal world. He was already weary of it.
From then on, he lay dormant in the depths of his divine soul, forever maintaining the highest state