Jiang Ding fell silent.
He looked at the nine Divine Lords of Dao Integration, nine friends from his childhood, and saw aging beings nearing the end of their lives.
Was this birth, aging, sickness, and death?
Was this what every living being had to face?
At that moment, he understood why so many ancient beings had ultimately chosen not to kill enemies who had fallen behind them.
Those enemies were the last remaining traces of times gone by.
And yet...
All of this felt too deliberate.
"Fellow Daoists,"
"if you have something in mind, why not say it plainly? Why go to such lengths?"
Jiang Ding spoke calmly.
Everything that had just happened was real, but it had been too deliberate.
They had tried too hard to stir the Great Sun Sword Lord's reluctance to let go of the past.
Ordinary as the tactic was, these Divine Lords had succeeded. They truly were among the people in the endless starry sky who understood the Great Sun Sword Lord best.
The Divine Lords around him fell quiet and exchanged glances.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Unrestrained laughter burst from the Shadow Demon Daoist Heir first, followed by the Tianji Daoist, the Azurewood Daoist Heir, and the others. One after another, they roared with laughter, all their melancholy gone.
Their ages and strength had not changed, but that air of decline and decay had suddenly vanished.
These were young hearts and vigorous ambitions, utterly unlike the detachment of old people who had seen through everything.
Every one of these cultivators harbored fierce ambitions for their Dao Path. Even with only a day left to live, they would charge resolutely toward the Celestial Realm. They would never know what it meant to accept their fate!
"Hahaha!"
"You saw through us after all, Jiang Dingzi."
The Tianji