After hundreds of thousands of years of toil,
he still could not fathom the path to becoming a True Immortal Heir.
He could not even glimpse any hope of it. There was not so much as a one-percent chance. It was as laughable as a cicada hoping to live a hundred years.
The azure-clad young man's hair had gone white, and wrinkles lined his face. He said nothing.
Desolation and loneliness spread from him without anyone noticing, seeping into every living being. Countless creatures throughout the Dream Domain felt the same bleak sorrow at once. It was deeply strange.
"My lord, why grieve?"
"Immortality has always been the moon in water, a flower in a mirror. Countless prodigies and heroes throughout the ages have failed to come even a step closer."
Xu Xiaodie tried to console him. "You're already powerful enough. A being at the limit of eight-step Dao Integration Nirvana, among the strongest beneath true immortals—even in an imperial Immortal Dynasty, you would be a minister of immense importance."
"A minister?"
Jiang Ding gave a quiet laugh.
The True Immortal Heirs scattered across this endless universe were merely whetstones for his sword. Where did this talk of rulers and ministers come from?
There had only ever been Great Sun Sword Lords who died in battle.
There had never been a Great Sun Sword Lord who became another's minister. Loyalty to someone else had no place in this Sword Dao.
Even if the future emperor was not the Great Sun, then the Great Sun would become a pile of bones beneath that emperor's path, a stepping stone on the way.
Many people might never understand that.
Jiang Ding looked toward the sky.
Rumble!
Endless dark clouds gathered, thunder rolling within them. Terrifying pressure from a heavenly tribulation descended upon the