Jiang Ding gazed out at the starry sky and fell into thought.
He stood there dumbfounded for a long while.
For no reason, his heart filled with so much reluctance, so many regrets, so much unwillingness.
The emotion was so intense.
So intense that he could not even control himself.
Because only the final battle seemed to remain before he became an Emperor.
"Why?"
"This era!"
"This era! This damned era!"
Jiang Ding let out a low roar, his face somewhat ferocious as it abruptly twisted from calmness. "Why isn't this era a Golden Age?!"
"This isn't an era where one can become immortal!"
"Even the most basic material foundation does not exist. How can one become immortal?!"
"I would rather die fighting in a Golden Age, die at the hands of the revived Emperors, than become an Emperor in this era and achieve the pinnacle in such mediocrity!"
Such a sudden loss of control, like that of an ordinary mortal, was far too unbecoming. It was exceedingly rare among immortal cultivators, let alone for a True Immortal.
Yet this had happened all the same.
No matter how he deceived himself, it would ultimately remain an illusion.
This loss of control had appeared so suddenly, and vanished just as suddenly, as though it had never existed.
The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's expression turned indifferent.
"In this era, opponents are like ants."
"Such opponents, such True Immortals—what right do they have to become my opponents? What right do they have to become the steps by which I ascend to Emperorhood?"
"This is... humiliation."
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
Only the final battle remained. After that final battle, he would achieve Human Emperorhood, become invincible beneath the heavens, and this era would belong to the Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor.
The final