The ship spirit Yunri was warning the Fusang Saintess.
"Yunri,"
"Sun of Izumo?"
The Fusang Saintess spoke lightly, then turned and left.
As the Saintess of a top power in the Endless Starry Sky, being warned like this left her displeased, even somewhat saddened.
Yet she could only gradually grow accustomed to it.
Since ancient times, a ruler who was not discreet lost his ministers; a minister who was not discreet lost his life; when important matters were not kept secret, success became disaster. Thus, a gentleman was cautious and secretive, keeping his words within.
When a matter concerned life and death, even with sufficient trust, one still had to make sufficient preparations and avoid needless risks. This was the bearing required to accomplish great undertakings in the future.
Though at times, it seemed overly heartless.
This was the final guard force of the human race's Sword Dao Monarch, stern and terrifying.
The Fusang Saintess could sense that if she tried to forcibly break through these prohibitions, she would directly brush against death and provoke exceedingly cruel treatment. She would be deemed an assassin of the sovereign, someone who had brought in an External Enemy. The lingering tenderness between man and woman was not suited for use here.
In her heart, she felt both joy and a sigh.
She was joyful because this was what a qualified sovereign ought to do, and sighed because she would never be able to receive the love of an ordinary woman.
Though she herself had chosen all of this.
Time slowly passed.
The many sword cultivators and Dao Children in the Great Dream Sword Realm continued their high-intensity research. No one knew that the True Immortal Technique had already been completed. They merely vaguely sensed that the technique had entered a deeper direction,