"Look, Fusang."
"How much this boundless starry sky gives us to look forward to. There is never any shortage of the strong."
Jiang Ding looked away from the Grand Dream Sword Realm and smiled. "I used to worry that there wouldn't be enough opponents in this starry sky, or that they wouldn't be strong enough for me to climb the steps of the immortal path. I worried about it often, and inevitably grew proud and conceited."
"But the boundless starry sky has never disappointed me."
"Give it fertile soil, seeds, and time, and the strong will spring up crop after crop. This fellow cultivator certainly won't be the last."
"With more time—say, a million years—I'd even dare say the chances of a True Immortal Heir emerging from the Supreme Great Sun Sword Dao would soar."
"It makes me sigh at my own pride and conceit."
Jiang Ding sighed. "I once feared there wouldn't be enough opponents in the boundless starry sky, and that my path to immortality would end there."
"Now that worry is completely gone."
"I can say this with certainty: as long as I don't die, I'm bound to become a True Immortal Heir one day. I will not die of old age in bed."
The Great Sun Sword Heir clearly sensed something more. He even caught the scent of death.
It excited him beyond restraint. Words poured from him in a torrent, and he was cheerful and optimistic—nothing like his usual self.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
The Fusang Holy Maiden bowed slightly. It was all she could say.
A few years were fleeting for beings of a Dao Heir's caliber. They passed in the snap of a finger.
On this day, in the Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven.
The reigning Myriad Laws Emperor, Wei Zicheng, was a youthful,