"Look, Fusang."
"How exciting this Endless Starry Sky is. The strong were never in short supply."
Jiang Ding's gaze left the Great Dream Sword Realm as he said with a smile, "In the past, I was deeply worried—worried that there would not be enough opponents in this starry sky, that they would not be strong enough, that I would be unable to use them to climb the stairway of immortality. I often fretted over this, and many thoughts of pride and self-satisfaction inevitably arose in my heart."
"Now, it seemed that the Endless Starry Sky had never disappointed anyone."
"As long as they were given fertile enough soil, enough seeds, and the passage of time, powerful figures would emerge crop after crop. This fellow Daoist would certainly not be the end."
"If there were more time—if time reached a million years—I could even declare that the likelihood of the Supreme Great Sun Sword Dao producing a True Immortal would rise greatly."
"One could not help but sigh, ashamed of one's own pride and complacency."
Jiang Ding sighed. "Before, I had doubted. I feared that there would not be enough opponents in the Endless Starry Sky, and that the path to immortality would thus be severed."
"Now, that concern was completely gone."
"I could say with certainty that so long as I did not die, my chance of becoming a True Immortal in the future was inevitable. In this life, I certainly would not die of old age in bed."
The Great Sun Sword Son clearly sensed something more, even catching the scent of death.
All of this made him so excited that he could not contain himself. His words came fast and thick, pouring forth without end; he was cheerful and optimistic, completely unlike his usual self.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."