Where would the Immortal Sect go in the future?
Would it become something like an ancient lineage, or a universal civilization beneath the endless stars?
Jiang Ding did not know.
All he knew was that whatever path the Immortal Sect chose, he would support its interests. It was his home, the only place that would shelter and support him whether he lived or died, rose to glory or fell into disgrace, grew strong or remained weak.
That trust was precious beyond measure. There was nothing else like it.
The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, the Great Sun Sword cultivators, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivators, the Desolate Flame Sword Heir, the Limitless Sword Heir, and the others were loyal subordinates and allies. Jiang Ding did not doubt that even if he led them onto a battlefield to face life and death, these sword cultivators would not betray him.
But if the Great Sun Sword Heir lost his power one day, those sword cultivators would instantly become enemies. They would become a danger.
That was not immoral.
It was only natural.
Such was a sword cultivator's fate. The Great Sun Sword Heir accepted that logic too.
Yet a sword cultivator's fate was one thing. Someone who would never turn his back on Jiang Ding, no matter what happened, was of immeasurable value. Jiang Ding could not help but cherish that bond.
The thoughts stirring in Jiang Ding's heart gradually settled.
He looked up toward the palace entrance.
An enchanting, lovely woman was walking toward him. Though they had not met for ten thousand years, she was still radiant and playfully charming. Time had left no mark on her; it had only made her more beautiful.
"Brother Tu Shan,"
the Blissful Union Holy Maiden said sweetly.
Amid waves of pleasing fragrance, she offered