Jiang Ding gave his flying sword one final wipe, sheathed it, rose to his feet, and flew outside.
Just as his back was about to vanish through the doorway.
"Your Majesty,"
unable to suppress her emotions, the Fusang Saintess could not help saying, "If you chose to consume the Fusang Sun Immortal Fruit now, then with your talent, you would certainly have over a ninety-percent chance of success. Even if it could not reach one hundred percent, it would still be enough."
"Truly, truly enough."
"Myriad Laws Son and True Phoenix Son nearly had no chance of achieving a one-hundred-percent probability of breaking through to True Immortal Son back then. At least dozens of their brothers and sisters died before they were born."
"It is truly enough already."
She had never been able to understand why sword cultivators insisted on breaking through to True Immortal Son alone.
It was simply far too inefficient.
Clearly, there was another bright great dao before them!
"This lord's immortal path,"
"will never halt at the Ninth Tribulation Supreme."
"For the mere breakthrough to True Immortal Son, why would I use external objects? That would be a denial of myself."
Jiang Ding glanced back at her and said indifferently, "This lord will certainly triumph. Mere external objects are hardly anything crucial."
"Soft persimmon, remember this: standing before you is a True Immortal in his youthful years—a True Immortal cub, an underage True Immortal. Never some True Immortal Son."
"What are a few winds and frosts worth mentioning?"
"A True Immortal cub?"
The Fusang Saintess stared blankly.
She wanted to say something, but that figure had already gradually disappeared.
This place returned to silence.
After a long while.
"Pfft!"
The Fusang Saintess could not help laughing softly.
A True Immortal cub!
A True Immortal cub who