The Spider Heart Demon howled venomously, trembling without end as it frantically searched through Jiang Ding's Sea of Consciousness, trying to find anything it could use, even if only slightly—anything that could shake his Dao heart.
Yet it found nothing.
From Tushan Immortal City and the Northern Plains to the Realm Battlefield, every matter he had encountered, every person—Han Lin, the Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter Attendants, Xue Liuyun, True Monarch Ran Gu, True Monarch Divine Crow—had left him with a clear conscience, even a sense of great satisfaction.
Whenever he recalled their deaths, he felt only delight, without the slightest guilt or regret.
His sword heart was empty, luminous, and flawless, untouched by dust.
At the very end, the Spider Heart Demon used all its power to conjure the scene in Rongcheng Public Cemetery: Great Sun True Lord in his twilight years, his lifespan nearly exhausted and death close at hand.
"Not bad. It's here."
"It seems great minds think alike. That esteemed Esteemed Black Tortoise whom I deeply respected was like this, and so are you."
Jiang Ding praised it.
He carefully experienced the fear, unease, despair, and resentment he had felt in his twilight years. They were real and true, leaving him deeply moved.
This was also what he had hidden in the deepest recesses of his heart, the thing he feared most.
"How could life possibly be without a few regrets?"
Jiang Ding sighed.
"No!"
"Don't!"
The Spider Heart Demon trembled, sensing something. It squeaked wildly.
Clang!
A sword light flew from the clouds, bright and snow-white, reflecting deeply in the Spider Heart Demon's eyes and pinning it to the dark Cosmic Starry Sky.
"You failed."
"You did not find the flaw in my inner demon and severely wound me."
Jiang Ding said indifferently, "So die. Remember,