"Another generation's doomed, tragic human king has appeared..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
Over those centuries, the fortune of the Human Path had stirred. Tiny miracles and coincidences appeared among humankind, and one potential human king after another, each like Tu Sanyi, emerged.
They might rise and fight their way forward, or an old farmer might smash one to death with a hoe just after he stumbled upon a lucky chance.
Anything was possible.
No one was indispensable. No one was beyond death.
Humankind was a cruel, merciless race. It was nothing like those near-immortal races, where the death of a single holy son of noble blood could instantly threaten to sever an entire generation of their lineage.
Even if Tu Sanyi died now, nothing would change. The greater tide would still rise.
Where in all the human world were heroes lacking?
By Jiang Ding's calculations of causality, Tu Sanyi would become a human king.
But that was not quite destiny. If some factor beyond his calculations interfered—a Supreme stepping in, for instance, or a disturbance in a Supreme's causality—then Tu Sanyi would simply die. His death would serve as a warning to Jiang Ding.
So much for calling it heartless.
The Great Sun Sword Heir himself lived with his tongue on a knife's edge. One slip, and a Supreme would find him and kill him in an instant. How could he make everything perfect and shelter others?
Jiang Ding had seen far too much of the mortal world's tangled causality. He had grown weary of it.
From then on, he lay dormant deep within his soul, maintaining the highest state of concealment. He exchanged no spiritual energy with the world, touched no rules, and became entangled in none of its causality.
He only watched in silence.
Eventually, he stopped even watching.