Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword resting across his knees.
He was still deducing the Immortal Path Universe Constants, compressing the numerical formulas of his immortal scripture. He had forgotten both self and world, paying exceedingly little attention to the outside. Such a life had continued for countless tens of thousands of years.
This day was likewise an ordinary day, no different from any before it.
"Your Majesty..."
Empress Fusang spoke softly.
She had always remained within the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace, accompanying her sovereign. She had neither gone out nor fought in battle; that was not the duty of an empress.
At this moment, hesitation filled her beautiful face. She wanted to speak, yet stopped herself.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at her.
This was naturally not all of his spirit calculation power, but perhaps only one hundred-thousandth of it. Only a select few, such as Empress Fusang, could awaken him under ordinary circumstances.
"Are you somewhat afraid of the current me?"
Jiang Ding asked softly.
"..."
"Yes."
Empress Fusang nodded slightly.
The current Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal seemed somewhat wrong.
He was not Wei Zicheng, much less a being walking the Extreme Detachment Sword Dao. He should not be this indifferent and heartless; it seemed harmful to the Great Dao.
She was worried that he would suffer Qi Deviation.
"Don't worry, soft persimmon."
"I'm fine."
Jiang Ding's voice softened somewhat. "Sword cultivators are born on the battlefield and die on the battlefield. That is their fate, and there is no need to say more. As for the many Dharma cultivators and Immortal Sect Cultivators, they are beings who will one day suppress the Endless Starry Sky and share the fruits of dominion over it."
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