The ship spirit Yunri was warning the Fusang Holy Maiden.
"Yunri,"
"the sun rising from the clouds?"
The Fusang Holy Maiden spoke lightly, then turned and left.
As the holy maiden of one of the endless starry sky's foremost powers, she was unhappy to be warned like that. She even felt a little hurt.
But she could only learn to accept it.
Since ancient times, a ruler who failed to keep secrets lost his ministers; a minister who failed to keep secrets lost his life; and when a plan was not kept secret, its success was imperiled. Thus, a wise person guarded secrets and did not let them out.
When a matter involved life and death, even complete trust did not remove the need for precautions. Taking no needless risks was the mark of someone capable of great things.
Though at times, it seemed far too heartless.
This was the human race's Sword Dao sovereign's last line of guards, stern and terrifying.
The Fusang Holy Maiden could sense that if she tried to force her way past these restrictions, she would run straight into death and face merciless treatment. She would be deemed an assassin of the sovereign, someone bringing in an outside enemy. The tenderness between a man and a woman had no place here.
Her heart held both joy and sorrow.
Joy, because this was what a worthy sovereign should do. Sorrow, because she would never receive the love an ordinary woman could have.
Though she had chosen all of this herself.
Time passed slowly.
The many sword cultivators and Dao Children in the Grand Dream Sword Realm continued their intense research. None of them knew that the True Immortal Heir Technique was complete. They only vaguely sensed the technique advancing in a deeper direction, steadily yielding