Jiang Ding traveled across the Fallen Immortal Realm, gaining a general understanding of its current state.
Because his strategy had been to strike straight at the heart and abruptly decapitate the enemy's leadership, the various worlds were still living under the rule of Demon Race powers such as the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly and the Immortal Artifact Sect. Humans remained slaves everywhere, while the Demon Race—especially the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly—still ruled.
This was, without question, a shameless encroachment on his authority.
Humans and many other living beings across the realm were still suffering.
After making his rounds, and spending some time reminiscing in the Thunderflame Domain, Jiang Ding returned to the Grand Dream Sword Domain.
This was the heart of his rule, the place where he felt at ease. Thanks to the Fallen Immortal Realm's unusual terrain, he would not fear even an Eight-Tribulation Supreme or a quasi-Nine-Tribulation Supreme breaking in. It was the strongest natural fortress.
"The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm is still on its way. It'll take roughly another nine thousand years to return."
"Don't tell them what's happened here yet. In the long course of a life, there aren't many things that can bring such great joy. Let's leave these old friends a surprise—a beautiful memory."
Jiang Ding considered his plans.
As time had passed, the lives of Sun Supreme, Sun Sword Heir, Yang Bone Celestial, Gong Caiyu, and the others had come to seem short to him. He hoped these old friends could lead more remarkable lives, with few regrets, and spend each day as richly as possible.
Amid the ruins of a battlefield, Jiang Ding looked around.
"Greetings!"
"Greetings, Great Sun Supreme!"
A vast crowd of the Fallen Immortal Realm's strongest cultivators dropped to their knees, their voices deeply reverent. They seemed to wish