The Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword resting on his knees.
He was still deriving the constants of the Immortal-Dao Universe, compressing the numbers in his immortal scripture. Lost to both self and world, he paid vanishingly little attention to anything outside. He had lived this way for countless tens of thousands of years.
Then came a day as ordinary as any other, no different from all the days before it.
"Your Majesty..."
Empress Fusang spoke softly.
She had remained in the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace, keeping her sovereign company. She had not gone out or fought a single campaign. This was no way for an empress to spend her days.
Now hesitation showed on her beautiful face. She wanted to speak but held back.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at her.
Of course, he had not turned all his soul's computational power toward her—perhaps only one hundred-thousandth of it. Empress Fusang was among the few people who could rouse even that much from him in his usual state.
"You're a little afraid of me now?"
Jiang Ding asked softly.
"..."
"Yes."
Empress Fusang nodded slightly.
Something about the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden seemed wrong now.
He was not Wei Zicheng, much less a being who walked the Supreme Forgetting-Emotion Sword Dao. He should not be so detached and unfeeling. It seemed harmful to his Dao.
She feared he was falling into cultivation deviation.
"Don't worry, soft persimmon."
"I'm fine."
Jiang Ding's voice grew a little gentler. "For sword cultivators, to be born on the battlefield and die on the battlefield is fate. There's no need to say more about that. As for the many spell cultivators and Immortal Sect cultivators, they're beings who will one day