Jiang Ding quietly studied the handsome, youthful man before him.
This man had become one of the supreme achievers of the Supreme Great Sun Sword Dao.
Was it a coincidence?
Statistically speaking, across the boundless starry sky, someone was bound to stand out. If a being with the potential to become a True Immortal Heir existed, he would inevitably rise above the rest.
This Time Rift was free of the Supremes' influence and the uncertainties they brought, and it offered countless opportunities. Any true prodigy was bound to rise.
The birth of a top prodigy did require luck, but only a little.
Top prodigies carried much of their own inevitability.
With so many opportunities, a being who still could not rise had to admit one fact: he was mediocre. Luck was not the deciding factor.
The being before him was proof of that.
In history, a group of Supremes had imprisoned him, kept him under house arrest, and installed him as a puppet. Even then, he had seized an opportunity to rise and prolonged the Myriad Laws Royal House's rule.
Though that had benefited only the Myriad Laws Royal House. For the humans of the boundless starry sky, it had been a calamity.
The Thousand Laws Dynasty had been a major reason for the rise of the divine path and the Demon Race!
"True Immortal Heir,"
"can one escape the Time Rift?"
Jiang Ding considered the young man's question carefully.
Whatever the future held, and however many sins the founding ruler of the Thousand Laws Dynasty had committed against humanity in history, the man before him was now a Supreme Great Sun Sword Cultivator and a fellow cultivator.
When a fellow cultivator asked about the Dao, Jiang Ding could not ignore him. He owed him a serious answer.
Wei Zicheng