Jiang Ding gazed out at the starry sky and sank into thought.
He stood there in a daze for a long while.
For no reason, a great deal of reluctance, regret, and unwillingness rose within him.
The emotions were so intense
that he could not even control himself.
Because only the final battle seemed to remain before he became an Emperor.
"Why?"
"This era!"
"This era! This damned era!"
Jiang Ding let out a low roar, his face turning somewhat savage, his expression abruptly twisting from calmness. "Why isn't this era a golden age?"
"This is not an era in which one can become immortal!"
"Even the most basic material foundation does not exist—how can one become immortal?!"
"I would rather die fighting in a golden age, die at the hands of the revived Emperors, than become an Emperor in this era and attain the pinnacle in mediocrity!"
Such a sudden loss of control, like that of a mortal, was far too undignified. It was exceedingly rare among cultivators, let alone for a True Immortal Heir.
Yet that was precisely what happened.
No matter how one deceived oneself, it would ultimately remain an illusion.
The loss of control had appeared so abruptly, and vanished just as abruptly, as though it had never happened.
The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden's expression turned indifferent.
"In this era, opponents are like ants."
"Such opponents, such True Immortal Heirs—how could they be worthy of becoming my opponents? How could they be worthy of becoming the steps by which I ascend to Emperorship?"
"This is... humiliation."
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
Only the final battle remained. Once it was over, he would become a Human Emperor, invincible beneath heaven. This era would become the era of the Supreme Great Sun Ancient Emperor.
This final battle