After toiling for hundreds of thousands of years,
he had ultimately been unable to discern the path to a True Immortal Son.
One could even say that he could not see the slightest hope—not even a one-percent possibility. It was as laughable as a mayfly wishing to live for a hundred years.
The Youth in Green Robes' hair had turned completely white, wrinkles spread across his face, and he remained silent.
A sense of desolation and bleakness silently spread in all directions, infecting all living beings. Billions upon billions of creatures throughout the dream realm simultaneously felt desolate and bleak, an exceedingly strange occurrence.
"Young master, why must you grieve?"
"Immortals have always been moons in water and flowers in mirrors. Since ancient times, countless heavenly talents and outstanding figures have never been able to come even remotely close."
Xu Xiaodie consoled him, "You are already powerful enough. An Eight Steps Dao Integration Nirvana Limit being is among the strongest beings beneath True Immortals. Even in an imperial immortal dynasty, you would be an influential high minister."
"A high minister?"
Jiang Ding chuckled softly.
The True Immortal Sons of this Endless Cosmic Starry Sky were merely honing stones. Where would a sovereign or high minister come from?
There had only ever been Great Sun Sword Masters who died in battle.
There had never been a Great Sun Sword Master who became another's high minister. This sword dao had never known loyalty.
Even if the future emperor did not belong to the Great Sun, the Great Sun would still become a withered bone beneath the emperor's path, a stepping stone.
Many people might not understand these principles.
Jiang Ding looked toward the sky.
Rumble!
Endless dark clouds gathered, rumbling thunderously. Terrifying lightning pressure appeared throughout the Great Thousand World cluster, shaking